The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Poems about pride (51 Poems)
A Hymn (Anne Bronte Poem)
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Passion (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
“I am the only being whose doom…” (Emily Bronte Poem)
I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought ...
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Of the Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
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: ...
I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, 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! ...
Dream Song 110: It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that (John Berryman Poem)
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. My own clouds darkening hung. Besides, it wasn't serious. ...
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 ...
Beacons (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
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 ...
Incident Of The French Camp (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
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, ...
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 ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
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 ...
Through The Metodja To Abd-El-Kadr (Robert Browning Poem)
1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my ...
A Light Woman (Robert Browning Poem)
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
146. Address to Edinburgh (Robert Burns Poem)
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries (Robert Burns Poem)
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
122. The Lass o’ Ballochmyle (Robert Burns Poems)
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
For John Clare (John Ashbery Poem)
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...