Poems yet to be categorised
- Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;by William Blake 20 lines, 1 comment - The Irish lady can say, that to-day is every day. Caesar can say that
every day is to-day and they say that every day is as they sayby Gertrude Stein 15 lines, 1 comment - Let observation with extensive View,
Survey Mankind, from China to Peru;by Samuel Johnson 370 lines, 4 comments - (ON THE SEVEN LAST WORDS)
And is it well what one hath said?—by William Alexander 152 lines - WHEN Orpheus with his wind-swift fingers
Ripples the strings that gleam like rain,by Osbert Sitwell 48 lines - A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,by Emily Jane Bronte 44 lines, 7 comments - Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons agoby Sarojini Naidu 12 lines - Thou, to whom the world unknown
With all its shadowy shapes, is shown;by William Taylor Collins 73 lines - Gold mouths cry with the green young
certainty of the bronze boyby Sylvia Plath 14 lines - An evening all aglow with summer light
And autumn colour--fairest of the year.by Ada Cambridge 399 lines - Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to prayby Samuel Taylor Coleridge 53 lines - \For the Fly-Leaf of an Autograph Album\
THESE college days of jollity and mirthby Richard Hovey 15 lines - O Southland! O Southland!
Have you not heard the call,by James Weldon Johnson 32 lines, 1 comment - Escrito’stá en mi alma vuestro gesto
y cuanto yo escribir de vos deseo:by Garcilaso de la Vega 17 lines - High in the mountains by a deep ravine
inside my massive block, enclosed, alone —by Michelangelo Buonarroti 4 lines, 8 comments - WE sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,by William Butler Yeats 39 lines, 2 comments - If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sightby Rabindranath Tagore 23 lines - I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,by Lord George Gordon Byron 1994 lines - 'I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew!
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers'~Shakespeareby Lord George Gordon Byron 1130 lines - A path across a meadow fair and sweet,
Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet,by Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr 12 lines, 1 comment - Twelve o'clock—a misty night—
Glimpsing hints of buried light—by Richard Garnett 43 lines - You said the word that enamors
My hearing. You already forgot. Good.by Alfonsina Storni 17 lines - Yes, dear departed, cherished days,
Could Memory’s hand restoreby Oliver Wendell Holmes Snr 16 lines - Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy'd me,
At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam,by Sir Walter Scott 24 lines, 1 comment - I quarrel not with Destiny,
But make the best of everything--by James Whitcomb Riley 19 lines, 13 comments - the sea-sand left aground;
And sometimes clung about his feet,by Robert Browning 400 lines - When the heart is hard and parched up,
come upon me with a shower of mercy.by Rabindranath Tagore 10 lines, 1 comment
