To Jessica, Gone Back To The City (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
Poems about shines (51 Poems)
Invocation to Youth (Laurence Binyon Poem)
COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew Freshness to feel ...
Men of Verdun (Laurence Binyon Poem)
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
For the Fallen (Laurence Binyon Poem)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh ...
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 Doubter’s Prayer (Anne Bronte Poems)
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
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 ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Last Lines (Emily Bronte Poem)
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
No Coward Soul Is Mine (Emily Bronte Poem)
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
How Clear She Shines (Emily Bronte Poem)
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
To A Cloud (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
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 ...
Sun of the Sleepless! (Lord Byron Poem)
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, ...
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 TEMPTATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Memorabilia (Robert Browning Poem)
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
12. Song-The Lass of Cessnock Banks (Robert Burns Poem)
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
369. Song-My Collier Laddie (Robert Burns Poem)
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
Little Exercise (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Giant Snail (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...