The Vanity of All Worldly Things (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
Poems about count (51 Poems)
Upon a Fit of Sickness (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Another (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
The Flesh and the Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
To Time (Lord Byron Poem)
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Euthanasia (Lord Byron Poem)
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
Shinto (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Before (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...