Top 100 Poems About: MEMORY

In this page, poems on / about “memory” are listed.
  • 1.

    I. (Bread and Music)

    Music I heard with you was more than music,
    And bread I broke with you was more than bread; read more »

    Conrad Potter Aiken
  • 2.

    MY childhood's home I see again,
    And sadden with the view;
    And still, as memory crowds my brain,
    There's pleasure in it, too. read more »

    Abraham Lincoln
  • 3.
    When The Rose Is Faded

    When the rose is faded,
    Memory may still dwell on
    Her beauty shadowed,
    And the sweet smell gone. read more »

    Walter de la Mare
  • 4.

    When I was young my heart and head were light,
    And I was gay and feckless as a colt
    Out in the fields, with morning in the may,
    Wind on the grass, wings in the orchard bloom. read more »

    Siegfried Sassoon
  • 5.
    In Flanders Field

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly read more »

    John McCrae
  • 6.
    Remorse - Is Memory - Awake -

    Remorse - is Memory - awake -
    Her Parties all astir -
    A Presence of Departed Acts -
    At window - and at Door - read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 7.

    My mind lets go a thousand things
    Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
    And yet recalls the very hour--
    'T was noon by yonder village tower, read more »

    Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  • 8.
    Spring Rain

    I thought I had forgotten,
    But it all came back again
    To-night with the first spring thunder
    In a rush of rain. read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 9.
    Song: Memory, Hither Come

    Memory, hither come,
    And tune your merry notes;
    And, while upon the wind
    Your music floats, read more »

    William Blake
  • 10.
    Old Letters

    Last night some yellow letters fell
    From out a scrip I found by chance;
    Among them was the silent ghost,
    The spirit of my first romance: read more »

    Norman Rowland Gale
  • 11.
    In The High Leaves Of A Walnut

    In the high leaves of a walnut,
    On the very topmost boughs,
    A boy that climbed the branching bole
    His cradled limbs would house. read more »

    Robert Laurence Binyon
  • 12.
    Dost Thou Remember Ever

    Dost thou remember ever, for my sake,
    When we two rowed upon the rock-bound lake?
    How the wind-fretted waters blew their spray
    About our brows like blossom-falls of May read more »

    Mathilde Blind
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