Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
The American Review: A Whig Journal of Politics, Literature, Art, and Science/Volume 02/December 1845/The Flight of Helle English
The American Review: A Whig Journal of Politics, Literature, Art, and Science/Volume 02/November 1845/Elfland English
The Ancient and Modern Muses Francis Turner Palgrave English

The Monument outlasting bronze
  Was promised well by bards of old;
The lucid outline of their lay
Its sweet precision keeps for aye,
  Fixed in the ductile language-gold.

But we who work with smaller skill,
  And less refined material mould,—...

The Andalusian Sereno Francis Saltus Saltus English

With oaken staff and swinging lantern bright,
  He strolls at midnight when the world is still
Through dismal lanes and plazas plumed with light,
  Guarding the drowsy thousands in Seville.

Gazing upon his ever star-thronged sky,
  With careless step he...

The Angel (Notebook) English


The Angel[1]



I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden queen

Guarded by an angel mild.

Witless woe was ne'er...

The Angel of Patience John Greenleaf Whittier 1827 English

A Free Paraphrase of the German
TO weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God’s meekest Angel gently comes:
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet in tenderest love our dear
And heavenly Father sends him here.

...

The Angel that presided oer my birth English


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The Angel that presided oer my birth

Said Little creature formd of Joy & Mirth

Go love without the help of any King on Earth

The Angels' Song Edmund Hamilton Sears English

It came upon the midnight clear,
    That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
    To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men
    From heaven’s all-gracious King!”
The world in solemn stillness lay...

The Angels’ Song Edmund Hamilton Sears English

It came upon the midnight clear,
    That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
    To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men
    From heaven’s all-gracious King!”
The world in solemn stillness lay...

The Angel’s Whisper Samuel Lover English

   [In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is “talking with angels.”]

        A BABY was sleeping;
        Its mother was weeping;
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
        And the tempest was swelling...

The Angle of a Landscape — English

The Angle of a Landscape —

That every time I wake —

Between my Curtain and the Wall

Upon an ample Crack —


Like a Venetian — waiting —

Accosts my open eye —

Is just a Bough of Apples —

...

The Angler John Chalkhill 1615 English

O The GALLANT fisher’s life,
  It is the best of any!
’T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
  And ’t is beloved by many;
      Other joys
      Are but toys;
      Only this
      Lawful is;
      For our skill
      ...

The Angler’s Wish Izaak Walton 1613 English

I In these flowery meads would be,
These crystal streams should solace me;
To whose harmonious bubbling noise
I, with my angle, would rejoice,
    Sit here, and see the turtle-dove
    Court his chaste mate to acts of love;

Or, on that bank, feel...

The Annoyer Nathaniel Parker Willis English

Love knoweth every form of air,
  And every shape of earth,
And comes, unbidden, everywhere,
  Like thought’s mysterious birth.
The moonlit sea and the sunset sky
  Are written with Love’s words,
And you hear his voice unceasingly,
  Like...

The Annoyer

             Sogna il guerriér le schiere,

                Le sel ve il cacciatór;

                E sogna il pescatór;

                Le reti, e l' amo. Metastasio.


Love knoweth every form of air,
...

The Answer Anonymous English

          “WHO would not go”
With buoyant steps, to gain that blessed portal,
  Which opens to the land we long to know?
Where shall be satisfied the soul’s immortal,
  Where we shall drop the wearying and the woe
          In resting so?

...
The Antiquity of Freedom William Cullen Bryant 1814 English

Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarlëd pines,
That stream with gray-green mosses, here the ground
Was never trenched by spade, and flowers spring up
Unsown, and die ungathered. It is sweet
To linger here, among the flitting birds
And leaping squirrels...

The Antiquity of Freedom William Cullen Bryant 1814 English

  HERE are old trees, tall oaks and gnarled pines,
That stream with gray-green mosses; here the ground
Was never trenched by spade, and flowers spring up
Unsown, and die ungathered. It is sweet
To linger here, among the flitting birds,
And leaping...

The Appeal to Harold Henry Cuyler Bunner English

Haro! haro!
Judge now betwixt this woman and me,
          Haro
She leaves me bond, who found me free.
Of love and hope she hath drained me dry—
Yea, barren as a drought-struck sky;
She hath not left me tears for weeping,
Nor will my...

The Approach of Age George Crabbe 1774 English

From “Tales of the Hall”
SIX years had passed, and forty ere the six,
When Time began to play his usual tricks:
The locks once comely in a virgin’s sight,
Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white;
The blood, once fervid, now to cool began,...