A Very Old Rose Jar, by Evelyn Scott
She ran across the lawn after the cat
And I sa...
Rose Poems
Dawn, by Arthur Rimbaud
I kissed the dawn of summer. Nothing st...
The First Encounter, by Arthur Rimbaud
She was only half-dressed
And equally bare tre...
Along this Coast I Led the Vacant Hours, by Walter Savage Landor
Along this coast I led the vacant Hours
To the...
Beloved the Last! Beloved the Most!, by Walter Savage Landor
Beloved the last! Beloved the most!
With willi...
Fiesole Idyl, by Walter Savage Landor
Here, where precipitate Spring, with one ligh...
Rose Aylmer, by Walter Savage Landor
Ah, what avails the sceptred race!
Ah, what ...
The Chimney-Sweeper, by William Blake
When my mother died I was very young,
And my ...
Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
The Lily, by William Blake
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humbl...
My Pretty Rose Tree, by William Blake
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as ...
The Sick Rose, by William Blake
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
...
Tiriel, by William Blake
1 And Aged Tiriel. Stood before the Gates of ...
To Autumn, by William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With...
To Tirzah, by William Blake
Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consu...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Goodbye to April, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
There, on the veranda,
in the green light,
...
Belated Love, by Clark Ashton Smith
Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,
H...
Requiescat in Pace, by Clark Ashton Smith
White iris on thy bier,
With the white rose, ...
Saturn, by Clark Ashton Smith
Now were the Titans gathered round their king
...
Hearing the Early Oriole, by Bai Juyi
When the sun rose I was still lying in bed;
A...
Chicago, by Mark Turbyfill
O city of beauty,
They have spoken without un...
Morning Joy, by Claude McKay
At night the wide and level stretch of wold,
...
The Snow Fairy, by Claude McKay
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them ther...
Georgic I, by Virgil
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...