Fashion Poems (605 Poems)
Hertha (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul. Before ever land was, … Continue reading
Dedication To Joseph Mazzini (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry or weed. Sweet though they be not, or fair, That the dew of your word kept growing, Sweet at least was the seed. … Continue reading
A Dialogue (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I DEATH, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built, One shelter where our spirits fain would be, Death, if thou wit? No dome with suns and dews impearled … Continue reading
A Dialog (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I. Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built, One shelter where our spirits fain would be, Death, if thou wilt? No dome with suns and dews impearled … Continue reading
Hymn To Joy (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come! Fashion’s laws, indeed, may sever, But thy magic joins again; All mankind are brethren ever ‘Neath thy mild and gentle … Continue reading
The Celebrated Woman – An Epistle By A Married Man (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?– Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the soul Ensnared into the toils of hymen? Can I take part in such distress?– Poor martyr,–most devoutly, “Yes!” Thou weep’st … Continue reading
The Four Ages Of The World (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest, When into the hall comes the Minstrel divine, To the good he now brings what is best; For when from Elysium is absent the lyre, No … Continue reading
The Logger (Robert William Service Poems)
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire’s fading cheer; Oh, the dew is falling chill on the dim, deer-haunted hill, And the breakers in the bay are moaning drear. The toilful … Continue reading
At San Sebastian (Robert William Service Poems)
The Countess sprawled beside the sea As naked a she well could be; Indeed her only garments were A “G” string and a brassière Her washerwoman was amazed, And at the lady gazed and gazed, – From billowy-bosom swell To … Continue reading
To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age (Robert Southey Poems)
And I was once like this! that glowing cheek Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow Smooth as the level lake, when not a breeze Dies o’er the sleeping surface! twenty years Have wrought strange alteration! Of the friends Who … Continue reading