Poems found: 506
A FRIEND TO THEOCRITOS IN EGYPT
A TIME WILL COME WHEN ABSENCE, GRIEF, AND YEARS
A VOICE IN SLEEP HUNG OVER ME, AND SAID
ABSENT IS SHE THOU LOVEST? BE IT SO
AGAINST THE ROCKING MAST I STAND
AGED MAN WHO LOVED TO DOZE AWAY
ALL TENDER THOUGHTS THAT E'ER POSSEST
ALONG THIS COAST I LED THE VACANT HOURS
AN ENGLISH BOY, WHOSE TRAVELS LAY
ART THOU AFRAID THE ADORER'S PRAYER
AS HE WHO BASKT IN SUNSHINE LOVES TO GO
AS ROUND THE PARTING RAY THE BUSY MOTES
BEAUTY! THOU ARBITRESS OF WEAL OR WOE
BEHOLD, O ASPASIA! I SEND YOU VERSES, FR. PERICLES AND ASPASIA
BELOVED THE LAST! BELOVED THE MOST!
BOASTFULLY CALL WE ALL THE WORLD OUR OWN
CALL ME NOT FORTH,' SAID ONE WHO SATE RETIRED
CHILDREN PLAYING IN A CHURCHYARD
COME BACK, YE SMILES, THAT LATE FORSOOK
COME FORTH, OLD LION, FROM THY DEN
CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS
COULD BUT THE DREAM OF NIGHT RETURN BY DAY
DEEP FORESTS HIDE THE STOUTEST OAKS
DID I THEN ASK OF YOU WHY ONE SO WISE
DISTRIBUTION OF HONOURS FOR LITERATURE
DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER
EACH YEAR BEARS SOMETHING FROM US AS IT FLIES
EPISTLE: TO A FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE
EPISTLE: TO THE AUTHOR OF 'FESTUS'; ON THE CLASSICK AND ROMANTICK
EPISTLE: TO THE REVEREND CUTHBERT SOUTHEY
EVERYTHING TELLS ME YOU ARE NEAR
FAIR LOVE! AND FAIRER HOPE! WE PLAY'D TOGETHER
FATE! I HAVE ASKT FEW THINGS OF THEE
FEAR GOD!' SAYS PERCIVAL: AND WHEN YOU HEAR
FEW POETS BECKON TO THE CALMLY GOOD
FLOW, PRECIOUS TEARS! THUS SHALL MY RIVAL KNOW
FOR THE ALBUM OF THE DUCHESS DE GUICHE
FROM HEAVEN DESCEND TWO GIFTS ALONE
FROM LEAVES UNOPEN'D YET, THOSE EYES SHE LIFTS
FROM YONDER WOOD MARK BLUE-EYED EVE PROCEED
GIVE ME THE EYES THAT LOOK ON MINE
GOD SCATTERS BEAUTY AS HE SCATTERS FLOWERS
GRATEFUL HEART FOR ALL THINGS BLESSES
HARK! 'TIS THE LAUGH OF SPRING: SHE COMES
HAVE I, THIS MOMENT, LED THEE FROM THE BEACH
HE WHO SEES RISING FROM SOME OPEN DOWN
HELLENICS: ACON AND RHODOPE; OR, INCONSTANCY
HELLENICS: CORYTHOS (SECOND PART)
HELLENICS: DEATH OF PARIS AND OENONE
HELLENICS: ENALLOS AND CYMODAMELIA
HELLENICS: HOMER, LAERTES, AGATHA; FIRST DAY
HELLENICS: HOMER, LAERTES, AGATHA; SECOND DAY
HELLENICS: ICARIOS AND ERIGONE
HELLENICS: LAERTES, HOMER, AGATHA; THIRD DAY
HELLENICS: LEONTION, ON TERNISSA'S DEATH (EPICUROS ALSO DEPARTED)
HELLENICS: THE CHILDREN OF VENUS
HELLENICS: THE ESPOUSALS OF POLYXENA
HELLENICS: THRASYMEDES AND EUNOE
HERE LIES OUR HONEST FRIEND SAM PARR
HUMBLEST AMONG THE VERNAL TRAIN
I LEAVE WITH UNREVERTED EYE THE TOWERS
I LOVE TO HEAR THAT MEN ARE BOUND
I OFTEN ASK UPON WHOSE ARM SHE LEANS
I REMEMBER THE TIME ERE HIS TEMPLES WERE GREY
I TOLD YE, SINCE THE PROPHET MILTON'S DAY
I WOULD GIVE SOMETHING, O APOLLO!
I'M HALF IN LOVE,' HE WHO WITH SMILES HATH SAID
I'VE NEVER SEEN A BOOK OF LATE
IDLE AND LIGHT ARE MANY THINGS YOU SEE
IN PORT, BEYOND THE SWELL OF WINDS AND TIDES
IN SPRING AND SUMMER WINDS MAY BLOW
IN SUMMER WHEN THE SUN'S MAD HORSES PASS
IN WRATH A YOUTH WAS HEARD TO SAY
IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS
IPSLEY! WHEN HURRIED BY MALIGNANT FATE
IT WAS A DREAM (AH! WHAT IS NOT A DREAM?)
IZAAC WALTON, COTTON, AND WILLIAM OLDWAYS
LATELY OUR POETS [OR, SONGSTERS] LOITER'D IN GREEN LANES
LATELY OUR POETS [OR, SONGSTERS] LOITER'D IN GREEN LANES
LEAF AFTER LEAF DROPS OFF, FLOWER AFTER FLOWER
LEAF AFTER LEAF DROPS OFF, FLOWER AFTER FLOWER
LET ME SIT HERE AND MUSE BY THEE
LINES ON THE DEATH OF CHARLES LAMB
LITTLE AGLAE; TO HER FATHER ON HER STATUE BEING CALLED LIKE HER
LITTLE YOU THINK, MY LOVELY FRIEND
LOVE FLIES WITH BOW UNSTRUNG WHEN TIME APPEARS
LOVE IS ENOUGH: THOUGH THE WORLD BE A-WANING
LOVE IS LIKE ECHO IN THE LAND OF TELL
LOVED, WHEN MY LOVE FROM ALL BUT THEE HAD FLOWN'
MEMORY AND PRIDE; IANTHE'S QUESTION
NEITHER THE SUNS NOR FROSTS OF ROLLING YEARS
NEVER MAY STORM THY PEACEFUL BOSOM VEX
NO CHARM CAN STAY, NO MEDICINE CAN ASSUAGE
NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE
NO, THOU HAST NEVER GRIEV'D BUT I GRIEV'D TOO
O FRIENDS! WHO HAVE ACCOMPANIED THUS FAR
O THOU WHOSE HAPPY PENCIL STRAYS
OBSERVING A VULGAR NAME ON THE PLINTH OF AN ANCIENT STATUE
ON A POET IN A WELSH CHURCHYARD
ON HAIR FALLING OFF AFTER AN ILLNESS
ON HIS OWN IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON
ON READING IN A NEWSPAPER THE DEATH OF A MOTHER AND THREE CHILDREN
ON RECEIVING A BOOK TO WRITE IN
ON SWIFT JOINING AVON NEAR RUGBY
ON THE APPROACH OF A SISTER'S DEATH
ON THE DEATH OF M. D'OSSOLI & HIS WIFE, MARGARET FULLER
ON THE DECEASE OF MRS ROSENHAGEN
ON THE SLAUGHTER OF BROTHERS BANDIERI, BETRAYED TO THE KING OF NAPLES
ON THE STATUE OF EBENEZER ELLIOTT BY NEVILLE BURNARD
ONE MORNING IN THE SPRING I SATE
ONE PANSY, ONE, SHE BORE BENEATH HER BREAST
ONE YEAR AGO MY PATH WAS GREEN
ONE YEAR AGO MY PATH WAS GREEN
OUR YOUTH WAS HAPPY: WHY REPINE
PERICLES TO ASPASIA, FR. PERICLES AND ASPASIA
PLANTS THE MOST BEAUTEOUS LOVE THE WATER'S BRINK
PLEASANT IT IS TO WINK AND SNIFF THE FUMES
PURSUITS! ALAS, I NOW HAVE NONE
REPLY TO LINES BY THOMAS MOORE
REST OF MY HEART! NO VERSE CAN TELL
RETIRE, AND TIMELY, FROM THE WORLD, IF EVER
ROSE AYLMER'S HAIR, GIVEN BY HER SISTER
SHADES OF AGAMEMNON AND IPHIGENEIA
SHE LEADS IN SOLITUDE HER YOUTHFUL HOURS
SHELLEY AND KEATS, ON EARTH UNKNOWN
SILENT, YOU SAY, I'M GROWN OF LATE
SLEEP, THO' TO AGE SO NEEDFUL, SHUNS MY EYES
SMILES SOON ABATE; THE BOISTEROUS THROE
SO LATE REMOVED FROM HIM SHE SWORE
STOP, STOP, FRIEND COGAN! WOULD YOU THROW
STRIKE WITH THOR'S HAMMER, STRIKE AGAIN
SUMMER HAS DOFT HIS LATEST GREEN
SWEET WAS THE SONG THAT YOUTH SANG ONCE
TEARS DRIVEN BACK UPON THE FOUNTAIN-HEAD
TEARS, AND TEARS ONLY, ARE THESE EYES THAT LATE
TEN THOUSAND FLAKES ABOUT MY WINDOWS BLOW
THE DEATH OF ARTEMIDORA, FR. PERICLES AND ASPASIA
THE FAULT IS NOT MINE IF I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH
THE HEART YOU CHERISH CAN NOT CHANGE
THE LOVES WHO MANY YEARS HELD ALL MY MIND
THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN
THE TOUCH OF LOVE DISPELS THE GLOOM
THE WINE IS MURMURING IN THE GLOOM
THERE ARE SOME TEARS THAT ONLY BRAVE MEN SHED
THERE ARE WHO SAY WE ARE BUT DUST
THERE IS A TIME WHEN THE ROMANCE OF LIFE
THERE IS, ALAS! A CHILL, A GLOOM
THEY ARE SWEET FLOWERS THAT ONLY BLOW BY NIGHT
THOU HAST NOT RAIS'D, IANTHE, SUCH DESIRE
THOU NEEDST NOT PITCH UPON MY HAT
THOU WHOM THE WANDERING COMETS GUIDE
TO CZARTORYSKI, ATTENDING ON FOOT THE FUNERAL OF THE POET MENINCIVICZ
TO FRANCIS HARE; BURIED AT PALERMO, ON INSURRECTION OF SICILY & NAPLES
TO JULIUS HARE, WITH 'PERICLES AND ASPASIA.'
TO LEIGH HUNT, ON AN OMISSION IN HIS 'FEAST OF THE POETS'
TO MY DAUGHTER IN ITALY, AT CHRISTMAS
TO ONE WHO SAID SHE SHOULD LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
TO OUR PAST LOVES WE OFT RETURN
TO SAINT CHARLES BORROMEO, ON THE MASSACRE AT MILAN
TO THE COMTESSE DE MOLANDE, ABOUT TO MARRY THE DUC DE LUXEMBOURG
TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON
TRUE, AH TOO TRUE! THE GENEROUS BREAST
TWAS FAR BEYOND THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
TWENTY YEARS HENCE MY EYES MAY GROW
TWENTY YEARS HENCE MY EYES MAY GROW
TWO CACKLING MOTHERS HATCH TWO SEPARATE BROODS
UNDER THE HOLLIES OF THY BREEZY GLADE
UNJUST ARE THEY WHO ARGUE ME UNJUST
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR'S FAVORITE CAT, CHINCHINILLO
WALTER TYRREL AND WILLIAM RUFUS
WERT THOU BUT BLIND, O FORTUNE, THEN PERHAPS
WHAT, OF HOUSE AND HOME BEREFT
WHEN THE MIMOSAS SHALL HAVE MADE
WHEN WE HAVE PANTED PAST LIFE'S MIDDLE SPACE
WHERE ALDERS RISE UP DARK AND DENSE
WHERE MALVERN'S VERDANT RIDGES GLEAM
WHERE THREE HUGE DOGS ARE RAMPING YONDER
WHO SMITES THE WOUNDED ON HIS BED
WRITTEN AT HURSTMONCEAUX; ON READING A POEM OF WORDSWORTH'S
WRITTEN AT MR RAWSON'S, WAS-WATER LAKE
YE WALLS! SOLE WITNESSES OF HAPPY SIGHS
YE WHO HAVE TOIL'D UPHILL TO REACH THE HAUNT
YES, WE SHALL MEET (I KNEW WE SHOULD) AGAIN
YOU SEE THE WORST OF LOVE, BUT NOT THE BEST
YOUTH IS THE VIRGIN NURSE OF TENDER HOPE