Poems found: 215
A LITTLE WHILE, A LITTLE WHILE
A LITTLE WHILE, A LITTLE WHILE
A LITTLE WHILE, A LITTLE WHILE
A SUDDEN CHASM OF GHASTLY LIGHT
A THOUSAND SOUNDS OF HAPPINESS
AH! WHY, BECAUSE THE DAZZLING SUN
ALL DAY I'VE TOILED, BUT NOT WITH PAIN
ALL HUSHED AND STILL WITHIN THE HOUSE
AND FIRST AN HOUR OF MOURNFUL MUSING
AND NOW THE HOUSE-DOG STRETCHED ONCE MORE
AND THE WIND SWEPT PAST HER HOPELESS EAR
AT SUCH A TIME, IN SUCH A SPOT
AWAKING MORNING LAUGHS FROM HEAVEN
AYE THERE IT IS! IT WAKES TONIGHT
BUT THE HEARTS THAT ONCE ADORED ME
DARKNESS WAS OVERTRACED ON EVERY FACE
DEEP DEEP DOWN IN THE SILENT GRAVE
FAIR SINKS THE SUMMER EVENING NOW
FAR, FAR AWAY IS MIRTH WITHDRAWN
HAD THERE BEEN FALSEHOOD IN MY BREAST
HARP OF WIND AND DREAM-LIKE STRAIN
HEAVEN'S GLORY SHONE WHERE HE WAS LAID
HER SISTERS AND HER BROTHERS FEET
HERE, WITH MY KNEE UPON THY STONE
HIGH WAVING HEATHER, 'NEATH STORMY BLASTS BENDING
HIS LAND MAY BURST THE GALLING CHAIN
HOW LOUD THE STORM SOUNDS ROUND THE HALL!
HOW STILL, HOW HAPPY! THESE ARE WORDS
I AM THE ONLY BEING WHOSE DOOM
I AM THE ONLY BEING WHOSE DOOM
I GAZED UPON THE CLOUDLESS MOON
I GAZED WITHIN THINE EARNEST EYES
I HEARD IT THEN YOU HEARD IT TOO
I PAUSED ON THE THRESHOLD, I TURNED TO THE SKY
I SAW THEE CHILD ONE SUMMER'S DAY
I SEE AROUND ME TOMBSTONES GREY
I WOULD HAVE TOUCHED THE HEAVENLY KEY
I'LL COME WHEN THOU ART SADDEST
I'VE BEEN WANDERING IN THE GREENWOODS
IERNE'S EYES WERE GLAZED AND DIM
IF GRIEF FOR GRIEF CAN TOUCH THEE
IN THE SAME PLACE, WHEN NATURE WORE
IT IS NOT PRIDE, IT IS NOT SHAME
IT WAS NIGHT, AND ON THE MOUNTAINS
IT'S OVER NOW; I'VE KNOWN IT ALL
LOUD WITHOUT THE WIND WAS ROARING
METHINKS THIS HEART SHOULD REST AWHILE
MY HEART IS NOT ENRAPTURED NOW
NONE OF MY KINDRED NOW CAN TELL
NOT A VAPOUR HAD STAINED THE BREEZELESS BLUE
NOW TRUST A HEART [OR, BREAST] THAT TRUSTS IN YOU
O COME AGAIN WHAT CHAINS WITHHOLD
O COME WITH ME, THUS RAN THE SONG
O EVENING WHY IS THY LIGHT SO SAD?
O GOD OF HEAVEN! THE DREAM OF HORROR
O HAROLD WHILE THE DARKNESS FALLS
OLD HALL OF TIME [OR, ELBE] RUINED LONELY NOW
ONLY SOME SPIRES OF BRIGHT GREEN GRASS
REDBREAST EARLY IN THE MORNING
SHALL EARTH NO MORE INSPIRE THEE
SHE DRIED HER TEARS, AND THEY DID SMILE
SILENT IS THE HOUSE -- ALL ARE LAID ASLEEP
START NOT UPON THE MINSTER WALL
STILL AS SHE LOOKED THE IRON CLOUDS
STILL BESIDE THAT DREARY WATER
STRONG I STAND, THOUGH I HAVE BORNE
TELL ME, TELL ME, SMILING CHILD
TELL ME, TELL ME, SMILING CHILD
THAT WIND I USED TO HEAR IT SWELLING
THE BATTLE HAD PASSED FROM THE HEIGHT
THE EVENING SUN WAS SINKING DOWN
THE INSPIRING MUSIC'S THRILLING SOUND
THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME
THE NIGHT OF STORMS HAS PASSED
THE NIGHT WAS DARK YET WINTER BREATHED
THE STARRY NIGHT SHALL TIDINGS BRING
THE WIDE CATHEDRAL AISLES ARE LONE
THERE ARE TWO TREES IN A LONELY FIELD
THERE LET THY BLEEDING BRANCH ATONE
THERE SWEPT ADOWN THAT DREARY GLEN
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN MY CHEEK BURNED
THIS SUMMER WIND, WITH THEE AND ME
THROUGH THE HOURS OF YESTERNIGHT
TIS EVENING NOW, THE SUN DESCENDS
TIS MOONLIGHT, SUMMER MOONLIGHT
TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE ZAMORNA
TWAS ONE OF THOSE DARK, CLOUDY DAYS
WAS IT WITH THE FIELDS OF GREEN
WEANED FROM LIFE AND TORN AWAY
WHAT IS THAT SMOKE THAT EVER STILL
WHAT USE IS IT TO SLUMBER HERE
WHAT WINTER FLOODS, WHAT SHOWERS OF SPRING
WHAT WOKE IT THEN? A LITTLE CHILD
WHEN DAYS OF BEAUTY DECK THE EARTH
WHERE WERE YE ALL? AND WHERE WERT THOU?
WHERE WILT THOU GO MY HARASSED HEART?
WHY ASK TO KNOW THE DATE -- THE CLIME?
WHY ASK TO KNOW THE DATE, WHAT CLIME?
WHY ASK TO KNOW WHAT DATE WHAT CLIME
WHY DO I HATE THAT LONE GREEN DELL?
WILL THE DAY BE BRIGHT OR CLOUDY?
WIND SINK TO REST IN THE HEATHER
WOODS YOU NEED NOT FROWN ON ME
WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827
WRITTEN TO GAALDINE PRISON CAVES TO A.G.A.