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Theodosia Garrison: A Love Song
A Love SongTheodosia GarrisonMy love it should be silent, being deep — And being very peaceful should be still — Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep — Serenely silent as some mighty hill…Amy Lowell: A Winter Ride
A Winter RideWho shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather, Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue…Sara Teasedale: The Answer
The AnswerWhen I go back to earth And all my joyous body Puts off the red and white That once had been so proud, If men should pass above With false and feeble pity, My dust will find a voice…Ralph Waldo Emerson: May-Day
May-DayDaughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching Barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths, Whence a…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: The Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress
by Robert Burns Inconstancy In LoveThe Winter Of LifeThe Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress Tune-"Deil tak the wars." Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy…John Donne: Prayer VI. Metuit
PrayerJohn Donne O MOST mighty God, and merciful God, the God of all true sorrow, and true joy too, of all fear, and of all hope too, as thou hast given me a repentance, not to be repented of…Poems: The Little Black Boy
by WilliamBlakeThe LambThe BlossomThe Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh my soul is white! White as an angel is the English child,…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Epithalamium
by Percy Bysshe Shelley A Bridal SongAnother Version of the SameEpithalamium ANOTHER VERSION OF THE PRECEDING. Published by Medwin, "Life of Shelley", 1847. Night, with all thine eyes…Anne Bradstreet: Another II
Another II As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, Her dearest deer, might answer ear…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: The Lass O' Ballochmyle
by Robert Burns Epitaph On "Wee Johnie"Lines To An Old SweetheartThe Lass O' Ballochmyle Tune-"Ettrick Banks." 'Twas even—the dewy fields were green, On every blade the…Trending
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