Home (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And ...
Poems about fierce (51 Poems)
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 ...
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: ...
In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The Lover in Hell (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Portrait of a Boy (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
Music (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
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 ...
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 ...
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! ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dream Song 56: Hell is empty. O that has come to pass (John Berryman Poem)
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
Dream Song 77: Seedy Henry rose up shy (John Berryman Poem)
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world & shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry up and p.a.'d poor ...
Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. (John Berryman Poem)
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
Travelling Bohemians (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
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. ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
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 ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix (Robert Browning Poem)
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
246. Song-Robin Shure in Hairst (Robert Burns Poem)
HIS face with smile eternal drest, Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's, High as they hang with creaking din, ...
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig (Robert Burns Poem)
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...