Ozymandias by Shelley…the 19th century produced quite a few amazing poets, it’s hard for me to pick just one poem. I think Ozymandias just always stuck with me because it so powerfully expresses the vanity of mankind.
Ode: Intimations of Immortality (William Wordsworth)
“There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
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—But there’s a Tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone; The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?” 🙂
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Ozymandias by Shelley…the 19th century produced quite a few amazing poets, it’s hard for me to pick just one poem. I think Ozymandias just always stuck with me because it so powerfully expresses the vanity of mankind.
Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath
Love Stephen Cranes poetry, gloomy, just right for the season
Renaissance by Edna St Vincent Millay
Sick by Shel Silverstein
Not 19th century, but it always makes me smile.
To an Unborn Pauper Child by Thomas Hardy.
There all in this book http://store.bookbaby.com/book/Eye-of-the-storm3
Sonnet VII by Hartley Coleridge 🙂 (sorry not 19th centry)
Ode: Intimations of Immortality (William Wordsworth)
“There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
…
—But there’s a Tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone;
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?” 🙂
Tiger Tiger by William @Toby
Tennyson, Ulysses
Into My Own by Robert Frost
“Lines Written in Early Spring” by Wordsworth (written in 1798, so not quite 19th century)
Invictus ??
Either Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe or The Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats
Omg I love Annabel lee
Day is Done – Longfellow
She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron and O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
If by Rudyard Kiplin
I never could get into poetry.?
“Love song of Alfred J Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
Planting Trees by Wendell Berry. Not 19th century though.
Sheep in a Fog by Sylvia Plath ✨
Thank you all for all those poems! I’ll read all of them, promise ?
The Raven
Paul Dunbar