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 ...
Poems about worn (51 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Stanzas For Music: There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give (Lord Byron Poems)
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
On Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart- The ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
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 ...
364. Song-I do confess thou art sae fair (Robert Burns Poem)
I DO confess thou art sae fair, I was been o'er the lugs in luve, Had I na found the ...
86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie (Robert Burns Poems)
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Exchanging Hats (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Discordants (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The Forsaken Merman (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
You Take My Hand (Margaret Atwood Poem)
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Million Man March Poem (Maya Angelou Poem)
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...