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Melancholy Poems

Displaying 14,673 poems from the Melancholy genre.


— Douglas Noel
“…and her red hair lit the wall.” Traveling by foot Through dimly lit alleyways Past dumpsters filled with yesterday's refuse, Rats scurrying about ... 3 views
"A daughter's Hate"
— wendy Kellogg
Why must she hate me my wonderful little angel made from heaven Can she love me can she hug me can she laugh with me I don't understand A daughter's h... 163 views
"He Giveth His Beloved Sleep"
— Banjo Paterson Andrew Barton
The long day passes with its load of sorrow: In slumber deep I lay me down to rest until tomorrow, Thank God for sleep. Thank God for all respite fr... 2 views
"Lucy" - For Her Golden Wedding, October 18, 1875
— Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Lucy." - The old familiar name Is now, as always, pleasant, Its liquid melody the same Alike in past or present; Let others call you what they will, I ... 0 views
"My Heart Cry's for love"
— wendy Kellogg
I wonder alone in pain sadness I pick up my heart on the floor with tears running down my face I walked along the dead road of pain that has ever felt i... 155 views
"Restland."
— George W Doneghy
Written In The Danville (KY.) Cemetery. I. Within thy hallowed precincts on this sweet autumnal day, We're wandering 'neath the cedar and th... 1 view
"The Scroll"
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The maiden's cheek blush'd ruby bright. And her heart beat quick with its own delight; Again she should dwell on those vows so dear. Almost as if her l... 240 views
'A Gallant Gentleman'
— Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
A month ago the world grew grey fer me; A month ago the light went out fer Rose. To 'er they broke it gentle as might be; But fer 'is pal 'twus one uv t... 95 views
'Ave a 'eart!
— Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
''Ere! 'Ave a 'eart!' 'e sez. 'Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block! There ain't no call fer you to go an' chuck A man about when ... 102 views
'Fathercraft'
— Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Well (said the small, meek man) we look for change In this sad world, for these are stirring days; And men pin hopes to methods new and strange And see ... 90 views
'Fire and Sleet and Candlelight'
— Elinor Morton Wylie
For this you've striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil. For this, you've wasted Wings of your youth; Divined, and tasted ... 78 views
'He Giveth His Beloved Sleep'
— Andrew Barton Paterson
The long day passes with its load of sorrow: In slumber deep I lay me down to rest until tomorrow, Thank God for sleep. Thank God for all respite from ... 48 views
'I Dips me Lid'
— Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'Young sir,' 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feel Romantic like, as if me dream was reel. 'Is dress was fancy, an' 'is style was grave. An' me... 120 views
'Look at The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story
— Richard Harris Barham
FYTTE I. 'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock, Then paus'd to give him a piece of advice, 'You ... 113 views
'Out, Out'
— Robert Lee Frost
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. ... 0 views
'The Old Leaven'
— Adam Lindsay Gordon
Mark: So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return? Be sociable, man! for once in a way, Unless you're too old to learn. The ... 105 views
'The Rose Family' Song II
— Louisa May Alcott
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For the trial that is past. O vanity, mislead no more! Sle... 107 views
'The Wonga Pigeon'
— Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Men knew and loved my calling in old days Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me fear. Trusting and unafraid, I went my ways By many a crude hut of the pio... 123 views
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
— William Wordsworth
'Tis said, that some have died for love: And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched m... 114 views
'Tis said, that some have died for love
— William Wordsworth
'Tis said, that some have died for love: And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched m... 96 views
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
— Emily Dickinson
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivates— The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more— To scan a Gh... 107 views
'Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Een.
— Robert Burns
Tune - "Laddie, lie near me." I. 'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin; Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing: 'Twas the dear s... 13 views
'Twixt the Wings of the Yard
— Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it, Thousands of voices all blent into one: See “hell for leather” now trooping together, now Down the ... 105 views
0 Lord, How Happy!
— George MacDonald
From the German of Dessler. O Lord, how happy is the time When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb Even to thy tender breast! The nig... 22 views
1 And 100
— Nikhil Parekh
When I turned 1; I incoherently mumbled threadbare gibberish; although was blossoming every unfurling minute into an entrenchment of unfathomably never-... 122 views

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