English poetry

Poems in English

AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY

The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The […]

THE NORMAN BARON

et plus profonde, ou l’interet et l’avarice parlent moins haut Que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de […]

Autumn Within

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I […]

Sundown

The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow: Only the weathercock on the spire Of the […]

THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS

L’eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans Cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des […]

Voices Of the Night

PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, […]

DANTE

Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from […]

Flowers

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, […]

Chaucer

An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, […]

THE ARROW AND THE SONG

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, […]

CARILLON

In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud […]

Something Left Undone

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. By […]

Fata Morgana

O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! […]

Hiawatha’s Friends

Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom […]

Wapentake

To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed […]

THE BELFRY OF BRUGES

In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o’er […]

Divina Commedia

Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down […]

THE EVENING STAR

Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her […]

Hiawatha’s Fishing

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, […]

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