The Complete Poems (Penguin Classics)
Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back ReturningA.e. And R.c.A.g.a. (2)A.g.a. (3)A.g.a. To A.e.A.g.a. To A.s.A.g.a. To A.s.A.g.a. To A.s.A.s. To G.s.Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling SunAlcona, In Its Changing MoodAll Day I've Toiled, But Not With PainAll Hushed And Still Within The HouseAlone I Sat -- The Summer DayAnd First An Hour Of Mournful MusingAnd Like Myself Lone, Wholly LoneAnd Now The House-dog Stretched Once MoreAnticipationAwaking Morning Laughs From HeavenAway Away Resign Me NowAye There It Is! It Wakes TonightThe Battle Had Passed From The HeightThe BluebellBut The Hearts That Once Adored MeColdly, Bleakly, DrearilyCome Hither Child -- Who Gifted TheeCome, Walk With MeCompanions, All Day Long We've StoodD.g.c. To J.aDarkness Was Overtraced On Every FaceA Day DreamThe Day Is Done -- The Winter SunDeathThe Death Of A.g.aA Death SceneDeep Deep Down In The Silent GraveDouglas's RideE.g. To M.r.E.w. To A.g.a.The Evening Sun Was Sinking DownF. De Samara To A.g.a.Fair Sinks The Summer Evening NowFaith And DespondencyFar, Far Away Is Mirth WithdrawnA Farewell To AlexandriaFor Him Who Struck Thy Foreign StringFrom A Dungeon Wall In The Southern CollegeFrom Our Evening Fireside NowGeraldineGlenden's DreamH.a. And A.s.Had There Been Falsehood In My BreastHarp Of Wild And Dream Like StrainHeaven's Glory Shone Where He Was LaidHere, With My Knee Upon Thy StoneHigh Waving Heather, 'neath Stormy Blasts BendingHis Land May Burst The Galling ChainHonour's MartyrHopeHow Clear She ShinesHow Golden Bright From Earth And HeavenHow Long Will You Remain?How Loud The Storm Sounds Round The Hall!How Still, How Happy! Those Are WordsI Am The Only Being Whose DoomI Gazed Within Thine Earnest [ernest] EyesI Know Not How It Falls On MeI Paused On The Threshold, I Turned To The SkyI Saw Thee Child One Summer's DayI See Around Me Tombstones GreyI Would Have Touched The Heavenly KeyI'll Come When Thou Art SadestI'm Happiest When Most AwayIerne's Eyes Were Glazed And DimIf Grief For Grief Can Touch TheeIf Grief For Grief Can Touch TheeIn Summer's Mellow MidnightIn The Earth, The Earth Thou Shalt Be LaidThe Inspiring Music's Thrilling SoundIt Is Not Pride, It Is Not ShameIt Is Too Late To Call Thee NowIt Was Night, And On The MountainsIt Will Not Shine AgainIt's Over Now; I've Known It AllJulian M. And A.g. RochelleLady In Your Palace HallLinesLinesLinesLines By ClaudiaA Little While, A Little WhileA Little While, A Little WhileLonely At Her Window SittingLong Neglect Has Worn AwayLoud Without The Wind Was RoaringLove Is Like The Wild Rose BriarM.a. Written On The Dungeon Wall - N.cM.g. For The U.s.May Flowers Are OpeningMethinks This Heart Should Rest AwhileMild The Mist Upon The HillMonth After Month, Year After YearThe Morning StarMy ComforterMy Heart Is Not Enrapturd NowThe Night Is Darkening Round MeThe Night Of Storms Has PassedThe Night Was Dark Yet Winter BreathedNo Coward Soul Is MineNone But One Beheld Him DyingNone Of My Kindred Now Can TellNot A Vapour Had Stained The Breezless BlueNow Trust A Breast [or, Heart] That Trusts In YouO Come Again What Chains WithholdO Come With Me, Thus Ran The SongO Dream, Where Art Thou Now?O Evening Why Is Thy Light So Sad?O God Of Heaven! The Dream Of HorrorO Hinder Me By No DelayO Mother I Am Not RegrettingThe Old Church Tower And Garden WallOld Hall Of Time [or, Elbe] Ruined Lonly NowOn The Fall Of ZalonaThe Organ Swells, The Trumpets SoundThe PhilosopherPlead For Me?The Prisoner (a Fragment)Redbreast Early In The MorningRemembranceRiches I Hold In Light EsteemRodric LeslyRosinaSelf-interrogationShall Earth No More Inspire TheeShe Dried Her Tears, And They Did SmileShed No Tears O'er That TombSleep Brings No Joy To MeSleep Not Dream Not This Bright DaySongSongSongSongSong By J. Brenzaida To G.s.Song By Julius AngoraSong By Julius BrenzaidaSong To A.a.StanzasThe Starry Night Shall Tidings BringStart Not Upon The Minster WallStill As She Looked The Iron CloudsStill Beside That Dreary WaterStrong I Stand, Though I Have BorneA Sudden Chasm Of Ghastly LightThe Sun Has SetSympathyTell Me, Tell Me, Smiling ChildThat Dreary Lake, That Midnight SkyThat Wind I Used To Hear It SwellingThere Are Two Trees In A Lonely FieldThere Let Thy Bleeding Branch AtoneThere Swept Adown That Dreary GlenThere Was A Time When My Cheek BurnedA Thousand Sounds Of HappinessThrough The Hours Of Yesternight'tis Evening Now, The Sun Descends'tis Moonlight, Summer MoonlightTo A BluebellTo A Wreath Of SnowTo A.g.a.To A.s.To Imagination (2)To The Horse Black Eagle Which I Rode At The Battle Zamorna'twas One Of Those Dark, Cloudy DaysUpon Her Soothing BreastWas It With The Fields Of GreenWeaned From Life And Torn AwayWell, Some May Hate And Some May ScornWhat Is That Smoke That Ever StillWhat Use Is It To Slumber HereWhat Winter Floods, What Showers Of SpringWhen Days Of Beauty Deck The EarthWhy Ask To Know The Date -- The Clime?Why Di I Hate That Lone Green Dell?The Wide Cathedral Aisles Are LoneWill The Day Be Bright Or Cloudy?The Wind I Hear It SighingWind Sink To Rest In The HeatherThe Wind Was Rough Which ToreWoods You Need Not Frown On MeWritten In Aspin CastleWritten On Returning To The P. Of I. On 10 January 1827Written To Gaaldine Prison Caves To A.g.a.Yes Holy Be Thy Resting Place--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®