Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is
Category: 1800s Poetry
Here is our collection of poetry from the 1800s or 1800s poetry. We have picked these poems because they are our favorites. This means we did not collect poems from the 1800s to try to form a specific collection, we just picked them because we liked them.
1800s poetry is a rich category. There were of course 1000s of great poems to pick from. Our list here is growing, and we hope you find what you are looking for. This list is not a definitive list of 1800s poetry. It is just a small but growing collection.
We have been publishing poetry for 20 years. We have a special place in our heart for all our poems. If you see a poem that needs corrected, please leave us a comment. If you love one of our poems, please leave a comment, and we will publish it, and we will let the author know. It’s always nice to get positive feedback. We do not publish negative comments about poetry.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark
A Valentine by Lewis Carroll
A Valentine by Lewis Carroll And cannot pleasures, while they last, Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering
The Night March by Herman Melville
The Night March by Herman Melville With banners furled and clarions mute, An army passes in the night; And
To Milton by Oscar Wilde
To Milton by Oscar Wilde Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled
The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe
The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An
The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant
The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I
The Hero by Siegfried Sassoon
The Hero by Siegfried Sassoon “Jack fell as he’d have wished,” the Mother said, And folded up the letter that
Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot
Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may
The Past-Present by Walt Whitman
The Past-Present by Walt Whitman I was looking a long while for the history of the past for myself, and