English poetry

Poems in English

Fabien Dei Franchi

(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, […]

A Villanelle

O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee […]

Italia

Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian […]

Vita Nuova

I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires […]

The Grave Of Keats

Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God’s veil of blue: Taken from life […]

Impression De Voyage

The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air; We hoisted sail; the […]

IN THE FOREST

Out of the mid-wood’s twilight Into the meadow’s dawn, Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, Flashes my Faun! He skips through the […]

DOUBLE VILLANELLE

I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? […]

Libertatis Sacra Fames

Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned […]

LES BALLONS

Against these turbid turquoise skies The light and luminous balloons Dip and drift like satin moons Drift like silken butterflies; […]

Queen Henrietta Maria

(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, […]

A Vision

Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad […]

Camma

(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, […]

Desespoir

The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till […]

Serenade (For Music)

The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley […]

Under The Balcony

O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! O moon with the brows of gold! Rise up, rise up, from the […]

Portia

(To Ellen Terry) I marvel not Bassanio was so bold To peril all he had upon the lead, Or that […]

Chanson

A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own […]

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