A Prayer in Darkness by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Poet: GK Chesterton Poem: A Prayer in Darkness


A Last Confession by William Butlers Yeats

William Butler Yeats was a poet and one of the foremost figures in 20th Century literature. In his later years he served as a senator of the Irish Free State for two terms. He studied poetry from an early age and became fascinated by Irish legends....

Leave the River Full of Lotuses by Narsinh Mehta

Unable to speak until he was 8 years old Narsinh Mehta, also known as Narsi Mehta or Narsi Bhagat was a saint poet and bhakta. He was an exponent of Vaishnava poetry. He is revered in Gujarati literature as an Adi Kavi and was a favourite of Muhatma Ghandi. He lost his parents when he was 5 years old and was raised by his grandmother.

Dear Chains by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan singers' feathered queen, Does she not bear the same sweet plight? Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling, And with her tender anthems thrilling The dusk of a voluptuous night Poet: Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Romantic Era … Continue reading Dear Chains by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen. They breathe their spells towards the departing day, Encompassing the … Continue reading A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Wink from Hesper by William Ernest Henley

A wink from Hesper, falling Fast in the wintry sky, Comes through the even blue, Dear, like a word from you… Is it good-bye? Across the miles between us I send you sigh for sigh. Good-Night, sweet friend, good-night: Till life and all take flight, Never good-bye Poet: William Ernest Henley English 1849 – 1903

Wind by Ted Hughes

This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the … Continue reading Wind by Ted Hughes