Poems about repulse (21 Poems)
Written A Year After The Events (Charles Lamb Poems)
Alas! how am I chang’d! Where be the tears,The sobs, and forc’d suspensions of the breath,And all the dull desertions of the heart,With which I hung o’er my dead mother’s corse?Where be the blest subsidings of the stormWithin, the sweet … Continue reading
Ghazal Of Isa Akhun Zada (Edward Powys Mathers Poems)
Beauty with the flame shawl, do not repulse me;Breathing idol of rose ivory, look at me;Beauty with the flame shawl, let me say a little thing,Lend your small ears to my quick sighing.Breathing idol, I have come to the walls … Continue reading
The Poet’s Euthanasia (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
November: 1674 Cloked in gray threadbare poverty, and blind,Age-weak, and desolate, and beloved of God;High-heartedness to long repulse resign’d,Yet bating not one jot of hope, he trodThe sunless skyless streets he could not see;By those faint feet made sacrosanct to … Continue reading
Georgine Sand Miner (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me.A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue.For years I was his mistress — no one knew.I learned from him the parasite cunningWith which I moved with the bluffs, like a flea … Continue reading
The Heart has many Doors — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Heart has many Doors – I can but knock – For any sweet “Come in” Impelled to hark – Not saddened by repulse, Repast to me That somewhere, there exists, Supremacy – (Emily Dickinson)
Prometheus (Lord Byron Poem)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity’s recompense? A silent suffering, and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that … Continue reading
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
“Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself.” (David, Psalms 50.21) [‘Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Flat on his belly in the pit’s much mire, With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop … Continue reading
299. Sketch-New Year’s Day, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
THIS day, Time winds th’ exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth’s length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ardent eyes, complexion sallow, Adjust the unimpair’d machine, To wheel the equal, dull routine. The absent lover, minor heir, In … Continue reading
Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever (Sir Thomas Wyatt Poems)
Farewell love and all thy laws forever; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. Senec and Plato call me from thy lore To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour. In blind error when I did persever, Thy sharp … Continue reading
My Lute Awake (Sir Thomas Wyatt Poems)
My lute awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past, My lute be still, for I have done. As to be heard … Continue reading