891 match(es) found in poems

The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
William Wordsworth

My Last Duchess

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Robert Browning

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
William Butler Yeats


Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Edgar Allan Poe

A Woman's Last Word

Let's contend no more, Love,
Robert Browning

Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
Christina Georgina Rossetti

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering?
John Keats

When The Lamp Is Shattered

When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead;
Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
William Blake

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Robert Burns

Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
William Blake

My Native Land

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
Sir Walter Scott

The Lake

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
Edgar Allan Poe

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
Rudyard Kipling

Butterfly Laughter

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
Katherine Mansfield

On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age

FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
Phillis Wheatley

A Child's Laughter

ALL the bells of heaven may ring,
All the birds of heaven may sing,
Algernon Charles Swinburne

At Last She Comes

AT last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
Robert Louis Stevenson

The Land Of Dreams

Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
William Blake

Farewell Love And All Thy Laws Forever

Farewell love and all thy laws forever;
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Sir Thomas Wyatt

The Last Word

Creep into thy narrow bed,
Creep, and let no more be said!
Matthew Arnold

The Last Leaf

I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
Oliver Wendell Holmes

I Like To See It Lap The Miles,

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
Emily Dickinson

An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady

The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It was
composed at school, and during my two first College vacations.
William Wordsworth

Love's Lantern

(For Aline)
Because the road was steep and long
Joyce Kilmer

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