The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Poems about leant (29 Poems)
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I Remember, I Remember (Philip Larkin Poem)
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged (Philip Larkin Poem)
For C.G.B. When she came on, you couldn't keep your seat; Fighting your way up through the orchestra, Tup-heavy bumpkin, ...
The Whitsun Weddings (Philip Larkin Poem)
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
To Robert Batty, M.D., on His Giving Me a Lock of Milton’s Hair (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems)
It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head ...
Keeping Going (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The Dance At The Phoenix (Thomas Hardy Poem)
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
The Darkling Thrush (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Faun (Robert Graves Poem)
Here down this very way, Here only yesterday King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name ...
Corporal Stare (Robert Graves Poem)
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
Jonah and the Grampus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
Goalkeeper Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
One Blessing had I than the rest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging -- satisfied -- For ...
The last excuse (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 ...
The Last Ride Together (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
Misconceptions (Robert Browning Poem)
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
Mother and Poet (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
The Maori Pig Market (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...