Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
Poems about swell (51 Poems)
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
If This Be All (Anne Bronte Poem)
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall ...
Lord Kitchner (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee And face thy country's peril wheresoe'er, Directing war and peace with equal care, Till by ...
Folk Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Elegy (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Blue Bell, The (Emily Bronte Poem)
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
How still, how happy! (Emily Bronte Poem)
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
The Yellow Violet (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
A Letter to a Live Poet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Seaside (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
Freedom (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. ...
The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
October (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
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; ...
On A Distant View Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
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 ...
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! ...
For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters (Lord Byron Poems)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Stanzas For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Porphyria’s Lover (Robert Browning Poems)
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
183. Verses Written with a Pencil at the Inn at Kenmore (Robert Burns Poem)
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair (Robert Burns Poem)
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...