Benlomond (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
Poems about pen (51 Poems)
An Afternoon (Raymond Carver Poem)
As he writes, without looking at the sea, he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble. The tide ...
On The Loss Of The Royal George (William Cowper Poem)
Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave ...
Many red devils ran from my heart (Stephen Crane Poem)
Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash ...
The Palace of Humbug (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
Fit the Fifth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Invention (Billy Collins Poem)
Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week ...
I Ask You (Billy Collins Poem)
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Valentine To The Girl In Black (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
In hand I take this pen of mine To write you, sweet, a valentine; I'd take your dainty hand instead, ...
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 ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
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 ...
Prologue (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
Going Back to School (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Godolphin Horne (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
Lines to a Don (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
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 ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Time’s Revenges (Robert Browning Poems)
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
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 ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...