Poetry Catalog

Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed,The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore;And to the throng, that on the Cumbrian shoreHer landing hailed, how touchingly she bowed!And like a Star (that, from a heavy cloudOf pine-tree foliage poised in air, forth darts,When a soft summer gale at evening partsThe gloom that did its loveliness enshroud)She smiled; but Time, the old … [Read more...] about Mary Queen Of Scots – Landing At The Mouth Of The Derwent, Workington, By: William Wordsworth

Another world away., It seems,a place I visit in my dreams,Back to babbling Brooks, daffodils and Clover.. To run again through open fields and past the old oak tree.A journey to the country, away from life’s fast paceTo mother’s smile, and daddy‘s warm embrace A youth of strife and poverty now is bittersweet. What once was drudgery - now I find a treat.Memories of my life … [Read more...] about Going Home, By: Sher Lyckman

Mark the concentred hazels that encloseYon old grey Stone, protected from the rayOf noontide suns: and even the beams that playAnd glance, while wantonly the rough wind blows,Are seldom free to touch the moss that growsUpon that roof, amid embowering gloom,The very image framing of a Tomb,In which some ancient Chieftain finds reposeAmong the lonely mountains. Live, ye trees!And … [Read more...] about Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose, By: William Wordsworth

Every year the salmon spawn and cruise upstream to some unspoken holy land that I will never know about for a number of reasons, maybe I'm unworthy and clueless and watch too much TV or maybe it's because I am simply not a salmon. But these fish live, breathe and die in these rivers and their bodies slowly rise to the top of the water, they break the surface and float down … [Read more...] about Sam-On, By: Samantha Leon

Was the aim frustrated by force or guile,When giants scooped from out the rocky ground,Tier under tier, this semicirque profound?(Giants the same who built in Erin's isleThat Causeway with incomparable toil!)Oh, had this vast theatric structure woundWith finished sweep into a perfect round,No mightier work had gained the plausive smileOf all-beholding Phoebus! But, alas,Vain … [Read more...] about Malham Cove, By: William Wordsworth