rhyme: results 1–24 of 43

You, if you were sensible,
When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,
You would not turn and answer me
"The night is wonderful."

They all climbed up on a high board fence—
Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes—
Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat—
And I asked them what they were staring at.

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back…

I made a posie, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
            My life within this band.
But time did becken to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,
            And wither'd in my hand.

O solitude! If I must with thee dwell,
   Let it not be among the jumbled heap
   Of murky buildings;—climb with me the steep,
Nature's Observatory

Now prompts the Muse poetic lays,
And high my bosom beats with love of Praise!
But, Chatterton! methinks I hear thy name,
For cold my Fancy grows, and dead each Hope of Fame.

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast…

At the campfire, they sang, "Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down."
I drank beer from a can and passed around a bottle of whiskey.

If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,
If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance…

One star is lighted in the west,
      Two in the zenith glow.

For a moment I have forgotten
      Wars and women who mourn—

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound…

My soul lives in my body's house,
      And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less your own
      Than a wild, gay adventurer…

Heart, we will forget him,
   You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
   I will forget the light.

I've got an arrow here;
      Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love…

What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,
I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep
Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep
Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.

It seems to me sometimes my blood is bubbling out
As fountains do, in rhythmic sobs; I feel it spout
And lapse; I hear it plainly; it makes a murmuring sound;
But from what wound it wells, so far I have not found.

Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,
eager to put your key in my Julie.
Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —
I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.

Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.
Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.

All this was long ago, but I do not forget
Our small white house, between the city and the farms;

Rest on my heart, deaf, cruel soul, adored
Tigress, and monster with the lazy air.
I long, in the black jungles of your hair,
To force each finger thrilling like a sword…