English poetry

Poems in English

Not A Child

‘Not a child: I call myself a boy,’ Says my king, with accent stern yet mild, Now nine years have […]

Death And Birth

Death and birth should dwell not near together: Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth: Fate doth ill […]

A Leave-Taking

Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear. Let us go hence together without fear; Keep silence now, […]

Quia Multum Amavit

Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these […]

A Forsaken Garden

IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down’s edge between windward and lee, Walled round […]

A Ninth Birthday

Three times thrice hath winter’s rough white wing Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice Since his birth whose […]

A Night-Piece By Millet

Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free Heaven awhile, for all the […]

Hertha

I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal […]

The Garden of Proserpine

Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot In doubtful dreams […]

The Lute And The Lyre

Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root, Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire, […]

At Sea

‘Farewell and adieu’ was the burden prevailing Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew; And the heart in […]

Love In A Mist

Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided, Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist, Seems […]

A Dialogue

I DEATH, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have […]

Christmas Antiphones

I In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at thy […]

Ben Jonson

Broad-based, broad-fronted, bounteous, multiform, With many a valley impleached with ivy and vine, Wherein the springs of all the streams […]

In San Lorenzo

Is thine hour come to wake, O slumbering Night? Hath not the Dawn a message in thine ear? Though thou […]

Mater Dolorosa

Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of […]

Prelude

Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers […]

Page 1 of 41234