Poem of the day
Categories
Poetry Hubs
Explore
You can also search by theme, metrics, form
and more.
Poems
Poets
Page 36 of 190
Previous
Next
Reverie of Ormuz the Persian
Softly the feathery Palm-trees fade in the violet Distance,Faintly the lingering light touches the edge of the sea,Sadly the Music of Waves, drifts, faint as an Anthem's insistence,Heard in the aisles of a dream, over the sandhills, to me.Now that the Lights are reversed, and the Singing changed into sighing,Now that the wings of our fierce, fugitive passion are furled,Take I unto myself, all alone in the light that is dying,Much of the sorrow that lies hid at the Heart of the World.Sad am I, sad for your loss: for failing the charm of your presence,Even the sunshine has paled, leaving the Zenith less blue.Even the ocean lessens the light of its green opalescence,Since, to my sorrow I loved, loved and grew weary of, you.Why was our passion so fleetin...
Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
Alison's Mother To The Brook
Brook, of the listening grass,Brook of the sun-fleckt wings,Brook of the same wild way and flickering spell!Must you begone? Will you forever pass,After so many years and dear to tell?--Brook of all hoverings ...Brook that I kneel above;Brook of my love.Ah, but I have a charm to trouble you;A spell that shall subdueYour all-escaping heart, unheedful oneAnd unremembering!Now, when I make my prayerTo your wild brightness thereThat will but run and run,O mindless Water!--Hark,--now will I bringA grace as wild,--my little yearling daughter,My Alison.Heed well that threat;And tremble for your hill-born libertySo bright to see!--Your shadow-dappled way, unthwarted yet,And the high hills whence all...
Josephine Preston Peabody
Cradle Songs
(To a tune of Blakes)I.Baby, baby bright,Sleep can steal from sightLittle of your light:Soft as fire in dew,Still the life in youLights your slumber through.Four white eyelids keepFast the seal of sleepDeep as love is deep:Yet, though closed it lies,Love behind them spiesHeaven in two blue eyes.II.Baby, baby dear,Earth and heaven are nearNow, for heaven is here.Heaven is every placeWhere your flower-sweet faceFills our eyes with grace.Till your own eyes deignEarth a glance again,Earth and heaven are twain.Now your sleep is done,Shine, and show the sunEarth and heaven are one.III.Baby, baby sweet,Loves own lips are meetScarce to kiss your fee...
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Palm Trees by the Sea
Love, let me thank you for this! Now we have drifted apart,Wandered away from the sea, - For the fresh touch of your kiss,For the young warmth of your heart, For your youth given to me.Thanks: for the curls of your hair, Softer than silk to the hand,For the clear gaze of your eyes. For yourself: delicate, fair,Seen as you lay on the sand, Under the violet skies.Thanks: for the words that you said, - Secretly, tenderly sweet,All through the tropical day, Till, when the sunset was red,I, who lay still at your feet, Felt my life ebbing away,Weary and worn with desire, Only yourself could console.Love let me thank you for this! For that fierce fervour and fireBur...
Her Last Letter
Sitting alone by the window, Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listen To the well-known sound of your feet,I have been wondering, darling, How I can bear the pain,When I watch, with sighs and tear-wet eyes, And wait for your coming in vain.For I know that a day approaches When your heart will tire of me;When by door and gate I may watch and wait For a form I shall not see;When the love that is now my heaven, The kisses that make my life,You will bestow on another, And that other will be - your wife.You will grow weary of sinning (Though you do not call it so),You will long for a love that is purer Than the love that we two know.God knows I have loved you dearly,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Time's Changes In A Household.
They grew together side by side,They filled one house with gleeTheir graves are severed far and wide -By mountain stream and tree.Mrs. HemansThey were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with prideParental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;And every care that love upon its idols bright may showerWas lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower.Theirs was the father's merry hour sharing their childish bliss,The mother's soft breathed benison and tender, nightly kiss;While strangers who by chance might see their joyous graceful play,To breathe some word of fondness kind would pause upon their way.But years rolled on, and in their course Time many changes brought,And sorrow in that household gay ...
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Black And Blue Eyes.
The brilliant black eye May in triumph let flyAll its darts without Caring who feels 'em; But the soft eye of blue, Tho' it scatter wounds too,Is much better pleased when it heals 'em-- Dear Fanny!Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray--"By adoring, perhaps you may move me!" But the blue eye, half hid, Says from under its lid,"I love and am yours, if you love me!" Yes, Fanny! The blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid,"I love and am yours, if you love me!" Come tell me, then, why In that lovely blue eyeNot a charm of its tint I discover; Oh wh...
Thomas Moore
Song
My eye upon your eyes -So was I born,One far-off day in Paradise,A summer morn;I had not lived till then,But, wildered, went,Like other wandering men,Nor what Life meantKnew I till then.My hand within your hand -So would I live,Nor would I ask to understandWhy God did giveYour loveliness to me,But I would prayWorthier of it to be,By night and day,Unworthy me!My heart upon your heart -So would I die,I cannot think that God will partUs, you and I;The work he did undo,That summer morn;I lived, and would die too,Where I was born,Beloved, in you.
Richard Le Gallienne
Delay
The radiance of the star that leans on meWas shining years ago. The light that nowGlitters up there my eyes may never see,And so the time lag teases me with howLove that loves now may not reach me untilIts first desire is spent. The star's impulseMust wait for eyes to claim it beautifulAnd love arrived may find us somewhere else.
Elizabeth Jennings
Ode To Fanny
1.Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the floodOf stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast.A theme! a theme! great nature! give a theme;Let me begin my dream.I come I see thee, as thou standest there,Beckon me not into the wintry air.2.Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,And hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,To-night, if I may guess, thy beauty wearsA smile of such delight,As brilliant and as bright,As when with ravished, aching, vassal eyes,Lost in soft amaze,I gaze, I gaze!3.Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my feast?What stare outfaces now my silver moon!Ah! keep that hand unravished at the lea...
John Keats
To The Unattainable: Lament Of Mahomed Akram
I would have taken Golden Stars from the sky for your necklace,I would have shaken rose-leaves for your rest from all the rose-trees.But you had no need; the short sweet grass sufficed for your slumber,And you took no heed of such trifles as gold or a necklace.There is an hour, at twilight, too heavy with memory.There is a flower that I fear, for your hair had its fragrance.I would have squandered Youth for you, and its hope and its promise,Before you wandered, careless, away from my useless passion.But what is the use of my speech, since I know of no words to recall you?I am praying that Time may teach, you, your Cruelty, me, Forgetfulness.
Beauty
Sometimes, slow moving through unlovely days,The need to look on beauty falls on meAs on the blind the anguished wish to see,As on the dumb the urge to rage or praise;Beauty of marble where the eyes may gazeTill soothed to peace by white serenity,Or canvas where one master hand sets freeGreat colours that like angels blend and blaze.O, there be many starved in this strange wise--For this diviner food their days deny,Knowing beyond their vision beauty standsWith pitying eyes--with tender, outstretched hands,Eager to give to every passer-byThe loveliness that feeds a soul's demands.
Theodosia Garrison
Far From Love The Heavenly Father
Far from love the Heavenly FatherLeads the chosen child;Oftener through realm of briarThan the meadow mild,Oftener by the claw of dragonThan the hand of friend,Guides the little one predestinedTo the native land.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Young Love II - "I make this rhyme of my lady and me"
I make this rhyme of my lady and meTo give me ease of my misery,Of my lady and me I make this rhymeFor lovers in the after-time.And I weave its warp from day to dayIn a golden loom deep hid awayIn my secret heart, where no one goesBut my lady's self, and - no one knows.With bended head all day I poreOn a joyless task, and yet beforeMy eyes all day, through each weary hour,Breathes my lady's face like a dewy flower.Like rain it comes through the dusty air,Like sun on the meadows to think of her;O sweet as violets in early springThe flower-girls to the city bring,O, healing-bright to wintry eyesAs primrose-gold 'neath northern skies -But O for fit thing to compareWith the joy I have in the thought of her!So all day l...
Sonnet CXXVII.
Amor ed io sì pien di maraviglia.HER EVERY ACTION IS DIVINE. As one who sees a thing incredible,In mutual marvel Love and I combine,Confessing, when she speaks or smiles divine,None but herself can be her parallel.Where the fine arches of that fair brow swellSo sparkle forth those twin true stars of mine,Than whom no safer brighter beacons shineHis course to guide who'd wisely love and well.What miracle is this, when, as a flower,She sits on the rich grass, or to her breast,Snow-white and soft, some fresh green shrub is press'dAnd oh! how sweet, in some fair April hour,To see her pass, alone, in pure thought there,Weaving fresh garlands in her own bright hair.MACGREGOR.
Francesco Petrarca
De Amore
Shall one be sorrowful because of love,Which hath no earthly crown,Which lives and dies, unknown?Because no words of his shall ever moveHer maiden heart to ownHim lord and destined master of her own:Is Love so weak a thing as this,Who can not lie awake,Solely for his own sake,For lack of the dear hands to hold, the lips to kiss,A mere heart-ache?Nay, though love's victories be great and sweet,Nor vain and foolish toys,His crowned, earthly joys,Is there no comfort then in love's defeat?Because he shall defer,For some short span of years all part in her,Submitting to foregoThe certain peace which happier lovers know;Because he shall be utterly disowned,Nor length of service bringHer least awakening:Foiled...
Ernest Christopher Dowson
To The Chosen One.
HAND in hand! and lip to lip!Oh, be faithful, maiden dear!Fare thee well! thy lover's shipPast full many a rock must steersBut should he the haven see,When the storm has ceased to break,And be happy, reft of thee,May the Gods fierce vengeance take!Boldly dared is well nigh won!Half my task is solved aright;Ev'ry star's to me a sun,Only cowards deem it night.Stood I idly by thy side,Sorrow still would sadden me;But when seas our paths divide,Gladly toil I, toil for thee!Now the valley I perceive,Where together we will go,And the streamlet watch each eve,Gliding peacefully belowOh, the poplars on yon spot!Oh, the beech trees in yon grove!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Minnie
"And Jesu called a little child unto him." MATT. xviii. 2.Oh, my blossom, my darling, whose dimpled hands are cold!Oh, my baby, my treasure, laid under the green mould!Earth pressed on thy closed eyelids, and on thy sunny hair,And folded hands, and smiling lips, so exquisitely fair.Cold and dark are the night dews around thy grassy bed,Instead of warm and loving arms beneath thy sunny head;Oh, my blossom, my darling, the long nights through, awake,I stretch my empty arms for thee,--my heart--my heart will break.The autumn leaves are falling ungathered on the hill,The soft October sun is bright, but the little hands are still;And the little feet that chased them as frolicksome and light,Have lain beneath the...
Kate Seymour Maclean