Lark Poems

Lark Poems

Aubade , by William Shakespeare

HARK! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
...

Hark! Hark! The Lark , by William Shakespeare

Hark! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
A...

Sonnets Ii , by William Shakespeare

WHEN, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,...

The Passionate Pilgrim , by William Shakespeare

I.
When my love swears that she is made of trut...

When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes , by William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
...

Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here, by Walt Whitman

Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon sh...

The Danish Boy, by William Wordsworth

I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...

The Fountain, by William Wordsworth

We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affect...

Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth

I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...

The Idle Shepherd-Boys; or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force, by William Wordsworth

The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...

Resolution and Independence, by William Wordsworth

I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...

To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth

Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...

Vaudracour and Julia, by William Wordsworth

O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...

The Arrival, by Alfred Tennyson

1 All precious things, discover'd late,
To...

Audley Court, by Alfred Tennyson

"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a ...

The Gardener's Daughter; or, the Pictures, by Alfred Tennyson

This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...

Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson

The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...

The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson

From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...

Lancelot and Elaine, by Alfred Tennyson

Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...

The Talking Oak, by Alfred Tennyson

Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more...

To a Lady Sleeping, by Alfred Tennyson

O thou whose fringè d lids I gaze upon, ...

Listening, by D. H. Lawrence

I LISTEN to the stillness of you,
My dear, a...