Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is
A Poem A Day
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 We do not publish negative comments about poetry.
Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark
A Valentine by Lewis Carroll And cannot pleasures, while they last, Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering
The Night March by Herman Melville With banners furled and clarions mute, An army passes in the night; And
To Milton by Oscar Wilde Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled
The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An
The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I
The Hero by Siegfried Sassoon “Jack fell as he’d have wished,” the Mother said, And folded up the letter that
Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may
The Past-Present by Walt Whitman I was looking a long while for the history of the past for myself, and
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