Reading Poems (489 Poems)
The Maid Of Saxony; Or, Who’s The Traitor? – Act II (George Pope Morris Poems)
Scene I. Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned windows, with painting-screens so arranged as to let the light fall obliquely on the tables beneath; at which the FACTORY GIRLS … Continue reading
The Believer’s Jointure : Chapter II. (Ralph Erskine Poems)
Containing the Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ; together with some further privileges and grounds of comfort to the Saints. Sect. I.Doubting Believers called to examine, by marks drawn from their love to Him and his presence, their … Continue reading
Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, for there n’as erthly wight[As I suppose] had more of hertis eseThan I, for I n’ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ … Continue reading
The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men’s who broughtTo the ice and iron of our winter timeA will as firm, a creed as stern, and wroughtWith one mailed hand, and with the other … Continue reading
The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part I. (John Henry Dryden Poems)
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.Yet had she oft been chased with horns and hounds,And Scythian shafts; and many winged woundsAimed … Continue reading
Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (Michael Drayton Poems)
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have labored atSome of this thing, and some of that,And many of they know not what,But that they must be saying. … Continue reading
The Iliad: Book 12 (Homer Poems)
So the son of Menoetius was attending to the hurt of Eurypyluswithin the tent, but the Argives and Trojans still fought desperately,nor were the trench and the high wall above it, to keep the Trojans incheck longer. They had built … Continue reading
Ballad of Reading Gaol II (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version II He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst … Continue reading
Ballad of Reading Gaol – I (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version I He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst … Continue reading
Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city. The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. A ring of deathwith sex at its center. Drive towards outskirtsof city suburbs. At the edge of discover zones … Continue reading