The Moods by W. B. Yeats
The Moods by W. B. Yeats Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and
Every Day Poems
The Moods by W. B. Yeats Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and
Chinese Poet Among Barbarians by Louis Untermeyer The rain drives, drives endlessly, Heavy threads of rain; The wind beats at
Anticipation by Amy Lowell I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming.
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I
Old Tunes by Sara Teasdale As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the
The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An
On Imagination by Phillis Wheatley Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp
The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I
Sonnet VIII by William Shakespeare Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy