Man Poems (18434 Poems)
Carric-Thura (James Macpherson Poems)
Fingal, returning from an expedition which he had made into the Roman province, resolved to visit Cathulla, king of Inistore, and brother to Comala, whose story is related at large in the preceding dramatic poem. Upon his coming in sight … Continue reading
The Brus Book 18 (John Barbour Poems)
[Edward Bruce marches toward Dundalk; he debates whether to fight] Bot he that rest anoyit ayAnd wald in travaill be alway,A day forouth thar aryvingThat war send till him fra the king,5 He tuk his way southwart to farMagre thaim … Continue reading
The Pit (Ivan Goran Kovacic Poems)
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky sight. Within those holes, for tears, fierce fire inflamed The bleeding socket as if for brain a balm - While my bright eyes … Continue reading
The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to blood,Wilde, fierce, and cruel, in a desperate mood.But no such danger, answer’d Master Gall,As fearfullie you deeme, was there at … Continue reading
The Brus Book XII (John Barbour Poems)
[The king prepares his division] Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off Ingland quhen heWas cummyn with his gret menyeNer to the place, as I said ar,Quhar Scottismen arayit war,He gert … Continue reading
A Story Of Doom: Book III. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Above the head of great MethuselahThere lay two demons in the opened roofInvisible, and gathered up his words;For when the Elder prophesied, it cameAbout, that hidden things were shown to them,And burdens that he spake against his time. (But never … Continue reading
Yet Dish (Gertrude Stein Poems)
I Put a sun in Sunday, Sunday. Eleven please ten hoop. Hoop. Cousin coarse in coarse in soap. Cousin coarse in soap sew up. soap. Cousin coarse in sew up soap. II A lea ender stow sole lightly. Not a bet beggar. Nearer a true set jump hum, A … Continue reading
Modern Moses (James Madison Bell Poems)
There is a tide in men’s affairs,Leading to fame not wholly theirs —Leading to high positions, wonThrough noble deeds by others done.And crowns there are, and not a few,And royal robes and sceptres, too,That have, in every age and land,Been … Continue reading
The Brus Book XVIII (John Barbour Poems)
[Edward Bruce marches toward Dundalk; he debates whether to fight] Bot he that rest anoyit ayAnd wald in travaill be alway,A day forouth thar aryvingThat war send till him fra the king,He tuk his way southwart to farMagre thaim all … Continue reading
The Brus Book XV (John Barbour Poems)
[The Scots win a great battle at Connor]Quhen thai within has sene sua slaynThar men and chassyt hame agaynThai war all wa, and in gret hy‘Till armys!’ hely gan thai cry.Than armyt thaim all that thai warAnd for the bataill … Continue reading