Poem Lake | Page 2 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXVIII. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O list!” When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here,... Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning	The First Snow-Fall The Snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree ... Poet: James Russell Lowell	The First Blue-Bird Jest rain and snow! and rain again! And dribble! drip! and blow! Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then— Some more rain and snow! This morning I was ’most afeard To wake up—when, I jing! I seen the sun shine out and heerd The... Poet: James Whitcomb Riley	On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;... Poet: John Keats
The First Half of the Seventeenth Century/Chapter 4 "Hinc pallidorum longa morborum cohors Turpisque egestas sequitur," &c. Poet:	Finding is the first Act Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The "Golden Fleece" Fourth, no Discovery — Fifth, no Crew — Finally, no Golden Fleece — Jason — sham — too. Poet:	I dreaded that first Robin, so, I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm some accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though — I thought If I could only live Till that first Shout got by — Not all Pianos in... Poet:	My First View of a Western Prairie The loveliness of Nature, always did Delight me. In the days of childhood; when My young light heart, in all the buoyancy Of its own bright imagination’s spell, Beat in accordant consonance to all ... Poet:
My first well Day — since many ill — My first well Day — since many ill — I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands, And see the things in Pod — A 'blossom just when I went in To take my Chance with pain — Uncertain if... Poet:	That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong — And could be mighty, if I liked — That Day — the Days among — Glows Central — like a Jewel Between Diverging Golds — The Minor... Poet: