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| Search results for: Spring | Found 130 Poems |
| 51. | Spring Night in Lo-yang Hearing a Flute by Li Po | | In what house, the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,
scattering on the spring wind that fills Lo-yang?
Tonight if we should hear the ... |
| 52. | FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME SPRING by Robert Herrick | | Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw'd are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each ... |
| 53. | HOW SPRINGS CAME FIRST by Robert Herrick | | These springs were maidens once that loved,
But lost to that they most approved:
My story tells, by Love they were
Turn'd to these springs which we... |
| 54. | Spring Day by Amy Lowell | | Bath
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is
a smell of tulips and narcissus
in the air.
The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and... |
| 55. | Monadnock in Early Spring by Amy Lowell | | Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all
The little lesser hills which compass thee,
Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy,
Yet holding Wint... |
| 56. | Spring & Fall: To A Young Child by Gerard Manley Hopkins | | Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as t... |
| 57. | Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins | | Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
T... |
| 58. | Spring Night in the Imperial Chancellery by Tu Fu | | Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on t... |
| 59. | Spring by Lord Alfred Tennyson | | Birds' love and birds' song
Flying here and there,
Birds' songand birds' love
And you with gold for hair!
Birds' songand birds' love
Passing with... |
| 60. | The Progress of Spring by Lord Alfred Tennyson | | THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea,
Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold
That ... |
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