Poems yet to be categorised
- When the heart is hard and parched up,
come upon me with a shower of mercy.by Rabindranath Tagore 10 lines, 1 comment - A man doesn't whine at his losses,
A man doesn't whimper and fret,by Edgar Albert Guest 24 lines - Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas.by Sylvia Plath 9 lines, 1 comment - I was not aware of the moment
when I first crossed the threshold of this life.by Rabindranath Tagore 14 lines, 1 comment - Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?by Rabindranath Tagore 14 lines - Life is a gift to be used every day,
Not to be smothered and hidden away;by Edgar Albert Guest 12 lines - I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsby Lord George Gordon Byron 83 lines, 1 comment - As a twig trembles, which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,by James Russell Lowell 23 lines, 2 comments - "Nay, have no fear. The man was blind," said she.
"How could he see twas we that took his gold?by Robert E. Howard 14 lines, 1 comment - I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,by Rabindranath Tagore 9 lines - I cannot live with Beauty out of mind.
I search for her and desire her all the day;by Ivor Gurney 19 lines, 3 comments - O noon of life! A time to celebrate!
Oh garden of summer!by Friedrich Nietzsche 75 lines, 1 comment - I'm through with this grand looking-glass hotel
where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;by Sylvia Plath 14 lines, 5 comments - I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,by Emily Dickinson 16 lines - Bagpipes of Spain, ye that can sing
That which is sweetest to us in the Spring!by Ruben Dario 31 lines - Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,by Lord George Gordon Byron 65 lines - When Arthur first in court began,
And was approved king,by Anonymous Olde English 153 lines - The noblest name in Allegory's page,
The hand that traced inexorable rage;by Edgar Allan Poe 17 lines, 2 comments - On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.by Rabindranath Tagore 9 lines, 3 comments - No more searching footsteps in the groves,
No more strolling in the leaves...by Sergei Aleksandrovich Esenin 24 lines - Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,by Edgar Albert Guest 26 lines - If this were all of life we'll know,
If this brief space of breathby Edgar Albert Guest 32 lines - I'd watched the hills drink the last colour of light,
All shapes grow bright and wane on the pale air,by Leonie Adams 13 lines - Yes! even I was in Arcadia born,
And, in mine infant ears,by Friedrich von Schiller 90 lines
