I Dreamed Your Face, by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
I dreamed your face, one night, when Heaven s...
Rose Poems
To a Certain Room, by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Your room is still the dainty little place,
T...
Ad Lucium, by Aleister Crowley
The Lampsacene is girt with golden dress;
His...
The Rose and the Cross, by Aleister Crowley
OUT of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Whe...
The Thirteenth Day, by Aleister Crowley
On the dim porchway where the sea's deep boom
...
The Twenty-Eighth Day, by Aleister Crowley
A curious conflict this of love and fear,
Hon...
Under the Palms, by Aleister Crowley
The woodland hollows know us, bird-enchanted, ...
The Wizard Way, by Aleister Crowley
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...
A Court Lady, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I HER hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with...
The First Time That the Sun Rose on Thine Oath, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
...
I Never Gave a Lock of Hair Away, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, De...
A Tale of Villafranca, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I My little son, my Florentine,
Sit down be...
A Thought for a Lonely Death-Bed, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
IF GOD compel thee to this destiny,
To die al...
At the Grave of Burns, 1803. Seven Years after his Death, by William Wordsworth
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
At thought...
The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, by William Wordsworth
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refine...
The Fountain, by William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affecti...
French Revolution, by William Wordsworth
As it Appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commenceme...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
Michael, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
Nutting, by William Wordsworth
It seems a day
(I...
Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known, by William Wordsworth
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I w...
Vaudracour and Julia, by William Wordsworth
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...
The Waterfall and the Eglantine, by William Wordsworth
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exc...
My Child, by Evelyn Scott
Tentacles thrust imperceptibly into the future
...
Springtime Too Soon, by Evelyn Scott
The moon is a cool rose in a blue bowl.
There ...