Poem Lake | Page 5 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

“O little town of Bethlehem” O Little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night... Poet: Phillips Brooks	The Little Beach Bird Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice? Why with that brooding cry O’er the waves dost thou fly? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim... Poet: Richard Henry Dana, Sr.	“’T is but a little faded flower” ’t Is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear! ’T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. I may not to the world impart The secret of its power, But treasured in my inmost heart, I keep my faded... Poet: Ellen Clementine Howarth	On Hearing a little Music-Box HALLO!—what?—where, what can it be That strikes up so deliciously? I never in my life—what? no! That little tin box playing so? It really seemed as if a sprite Had struck among us swift and light, And come from some minuter star To treat us... Poet: Leigh Hunt
The Little Cloud [1853] AS 1 when, on Carmel’s sterile steep, The ancient prophet bowed the knee, And seven times sent his servant forth To look toward the distant sea; There came at last a little cloud, Scarce larger than the human hand, Spreading... Poet: John Howard Bryant	The Snug Little Island Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say, If ever I lived upon dry land, The spot I should hit on would be little Britain! Says Freedom, “Why, that ’s my own island!” O, it ’s a snug little island! A right little, tight little island!... Poet: Thomas Dibdin	Little Billee There were three sailors of Bristol City Who took a boat and went to sea, But first with beef and captain’s biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngster he was little Billee; Now... Poet: William Makepeace Thackeray	Little Breeches A Pike County View of Special Providence I DON’T go much on religion, I never ain’t had no show; But I ’ve got a middlin’ tight grip, sir, On the handful o’ things I know. I don’t pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort o’ thing... Poet: John Hay
As if some little Arctic flower As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem — Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer — To firmaments of sun — To strange, bright crowds of flowers — ... Poet:	But little Carmine hath her face — But little Carmine hath her face — Of Emerald scant — her Gown — Her Beauty — is the love she doth — Itself — exhibit — Mine — Poet: