English poetry

Poems in English


THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call […]

Winter Stores

WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, […]


ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we’ve set ourselves! How still […]


SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams […]


SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I’d hazard death to-morrow. […]


IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour’s calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O’er […]

The Wife’s Will

SIT still­a word­a breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, […]

The Teacher’s Monologue

The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done,­ I am, […]


I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o’er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were […]


‘ SISTER, you’ve sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The […]

The Wood

BUT two miles more, and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness […]

The Letter

What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent in […]

Pilate’s Wife’s Dream

I’ve quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall­ The crash […]


NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love […]


A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art’s temples dwells, In […]


Long ago I wished to leave ” The house where I was born; ” Long ago I used to grieve, […]

On The Death Of Anne Bronte

There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I’ve lived the parting hour to see […]


LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. […]


THERE’S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There’s such a thing as keeping A remembrance in […]

The Missionary

Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean’s wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever […]

Evening Solace

THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;­ The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, […]