Fluctuations (Anne Bronte Poem)
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Poems about watched (51 Poems)
I Will Not Let Thee Go (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summed up so, Quit ...
The Death of Grandfather (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
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 Philosopher (Emily Bronte Poem)
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee (Emily Bronte Poem)
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
“Me thinks this heart…” (Emily Bronte Poem)
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
Vision Of The Archangels, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
The Vision of the Archangels (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Home (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And ...
Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
1914 I: Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
The Voice (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
The Treasure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
Betrothed (Louise Bogan Poem)
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
The City Revisited (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Going Back to School (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
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; ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Stanzas To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark ...