English Poems – Page 315

More English Poems

• Prometheus Bound, and other poems/Song of the Rose

  IF Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,
  He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;
  For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth, …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Cards and Kisses

  Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
  At cards for kisses—Cupid paid:
  He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, …

  John Lyly

• Death

  Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
  Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
  For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow …

  John Donne

• Chloris in the Snow

  I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
  When feather'd rain came softly down,
  As Jove descending from his Tower …

  William Strode

• To Spring

  O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
  Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
  Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, …

  William Blake

• The Tiger

  Tiger, tiger, burning bright
  In the forests of the night,
  What immortal hand or eye …

  William Blake

• Time and Grief

  O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
  Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence
  (Lulling to sad repose the weary sense) …

  William Lisle Bowles

• Upon Westminster Bridge

  Earth has not anything to show more fair:
  Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
  A sight so touching in its majesty: …

  William Wordsworth

• The Sonnet

  Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room,
  And hermits are contented with their cells,
  And students with their pensive citadels; …

  William Wordsworth

• Finis

  I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
  Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
  I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; …

  Walter Savage Landor

• The Isles of Greece

  The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece
  Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
  Where grew the arts of war and peace, …

  Lord Byron

• Ode to the West Wind

  O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
  Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
  Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Fragment of an Ode to Maia

  Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!
  May I sing to thee
  As thou wast hymnèd on the shores of Baiæ? …

  John Keats

• On first looking into Chapman's Homer

  Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
  And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
  Round many western islands have I been …

  John Keats

• Last Sonnet

  Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
  And watching, with eternal lids apart, …

  John Keats

• Consolation

  All are not taken; there are left behind
  Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring
  And make the daylight still a happy thing, …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Grief

  I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
  That only men incredulous of despair,
  Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Sonnets from the Portuguese

  I thought once how Theocritus had sung
  Of the sweet years, the dear and wish'd-for years,
  Who each one in a gracious hand appears …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• From Omar Khayyám

  A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
  A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou
  Beside me singing in the Wilderness— …

  Edward Fitzgerald

• Summer Night

  Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
  Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
  Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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