Another barbeque tonight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
Poems about truly (50 Poems)
Don’t Tell the World that You’re Waiting for Me (Eliza Cook Poems)
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee ...
There Is No God, the Wicked Sayeth (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
To Emily Dickinson (Hart Crane Poem)
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
To A Young Ass (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
I looked here (Stephen Crane Poem)
I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And -- this time -- She was in ...
Tema con Variazioni (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
These Green-Going-to-Yellow (Marvin Bell Poem)
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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 ...
Parting (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THERE'S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in ...
The Vanity of All Worldly Things (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
To Her Father with Some Verses (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right ...
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 ...
Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England (Lord Byron Poem)
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
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! ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
When We Two Parted (Lord Byron Poem)
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, ...
Dream Song 115: Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new (John Berryman Poem)
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips (John Berryman Poem)
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
Dream Song 133: As he grew famousâ?”ah, but what is fame? (John Berryman Poem)
As he grew famousâ?"ah, but what is fame?â?" he lost his old obsession with his name, things seemed to matter ...
Dream Song 176: All that hair flashing over (John Berryman Poem)
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...