Poems about amain (31 Poems)
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! … Continue reading
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I ‘Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo! And hark, again! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, Hath a toothless mastiff, … Continue reading
Madrigal (Lewis Carroll Poem)
(To Miss May Forshall.) HE shouts amain, he shouts again, (Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal), “I tell you flat, I shall do that!” She softly whispers ” ‘May’ for ‘shall’!” He wistful sighed one eventide (Her friend, that … Continue reading
The Water Nymphs (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer, Laughing amain when I feign to depart; Often I hear them, now faint and now clearer- Innocent bold or so sweetly discreet. Are they Nymphs of the Stream at … Continue reading
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
“Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never make his way.” Letter of George Keats, 18– Night falls; the great jars glow against the dark, Dark green, dusk … Continue reading
Drinking Song, On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A score of stout fellows who think it no sin If they toast till they’re hoarse, and drink till they spin, … Continue reading
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the ‘olden time’, or because the … Continue reading
Heretic’s Tragedy, The (Robert Browning Poems)
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. CANTUQUE, _Virgilius._ AND HATH OFTEN BEEN SUNG AT HOCK-TIDE AND FESTIVALES. GAVISUS ERAM, _Jessides._ (It would seem to be a … Continue reading
Felo de Se (Amy Levy Poems)
With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled in vain; I am held in the Circle of Being and caught in the Circle of Pain. I was wan and … Continue reading
The Song Of The Chattahoochee (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And … Continue reading