Days Of 1903 (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost.... the poetic eyes, the pale face.... in the dusk ...
Poems about lightly (51 Poems)
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Youth And Age (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
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!- ...
Echoes (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The Buried Train (Robert Bly Poem)
Tell me about the train that people say got buried By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was In Colorado, and no ...
Variations on an Elizabethan Theme (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer ...
Mary (Edgar Bowers Poem)
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
Middlesex (John Betjeman Poem)
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
The Geate a-Vallen to (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
The Geate a-Vallen to (William Barnes Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
The Parting (Anne Bronte Poem)
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
One Day (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
Victory (Rupert Brooke Poem)
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, ...
There’s Wisdom In Women (Rupert Brooke Poems)
"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed ...
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 ...
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 ...
It Is the Hour (Lord Byron Poem)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
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 ...
Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty’s Bloom (Lord Byron Poems)
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear ...
Dream Song 84: Op. posth. no. 7 (John Berryman Poem)
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
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 ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
265. Song-Young Jockie was the Blythest Lad (Robert Burns Poem)
YOUNG Jockie was the blythest lad, In a' our town or here awa; Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud, ...
216. Song-Duncan Davison (Robert Burns Poem)
THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, And she held o'er the moors to spin; There was a lad ...