With Rue My Heart is Laden by A.E. Housman.
Poem: With rue my heart is laden -- By A.E. Housman. With rue my heart is ladenFor golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipt maidenAnd many a lightfoot lad.By brooks…
Poem: With rue my heart is laden -- By A.E. Housman. With rue my heart is ladenFor golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipt maidenAnd many a lightfoot lad.By brooks…
Poem: Delight in Disorder-- by Robert Herrick A sweet disorder in the dressKindles in clothes a wantonness;A lawn about the shoulders thrownInto a fine distraction;An erring lace, which here and…
Poem: My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun-- By William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be…
Poem: London, 1802--- By William Wordsworth Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:England hath need of thee: she is a fenOf stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,Fireside, the heroic…
Poem: The Solitary Reaper --- By William Wordsworth Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the…
Poem: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost. Whose woods (পৃথিবী) these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping…
Poem: She Dwelt among the Untrodden Waysby William Wordsworth. She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love:…
Poem: OzymandiasBy Percy Bysshe Shelley. I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the…
Poem: No Second Troyby William Butler Yeats. Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of lateHave taught to ignorant men most violent…
Poem: from The Princess: Sweet and Low (Lullaby) by Alfred Tennyson. Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the…