The Three Kings By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Three Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three
Every Day Poems
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 We do not publish negative comments about poetry.
The Three Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three
A Christmas Carol by James Russell Lowell “What means this glory round our feet,” The Magi mused, “more bright than
The Death of Robin Hood ?by Eugene Field “Give me my bow,” said Robin Hood, “An arrow give to me;
Ballade of Christmas by Andrew Lang Between the moonlight and the fire In winter twilights long ago, What ghosts we
CHRISTMAS BELLS by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And
Each and All ?By Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top
? Ode to a Nightingale ?by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as
City of Ships ?by Walt Whitman ? City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the
? THE PROBLEM by Ralph Waldo Emerson I like a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of
? The Poor Ghost by Christina Rossetti “Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me, With your golden