Silence Poems (3554 Poems)
The Iliad: Book 1 (Homer Poems)
Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that broughtcountless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it sendhurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogsand vultures, for so … Continue reading
Rambles In Waltham Forest (Marguerite Blessington Poems)
LAND of soft showers and far-extending vales,And woodlands fanned by summer’s gentlest gales,And streams, that glisten as they steal, half hidThe tangled brake and waving sedge amid;Land!–where rich plenty with abounding flow, Bids ‘neath her smile the golden meadow glow,And from … Continue reading
Orlando Furioso canto 13 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his handWho pent her there. Duke Aymon’s daughter goes,Seeking Rogero, where so large a bandThe old Atlantes’ magic walls enclose.Her he … Continue reading
A Tale of Tuscany (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold. Tuscany, land of fierce hates and wild loves and of limitless passions,Tuscany, home of Petrarca and Dante and lively Boccaccio,Tuscany, … Continue reading
The Portrait (John Pierpont Poems)
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his arms repair,Are cooled and freshened, while they linger there;Than when his fading robes are seared, and castOn the cold mercy … Continue reading
Paradise Lost : Book VII. (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above the flight of Pegasean wing!The meaning, not the name, I call: for thouNor of the Muses nine, nor on the … Continue reading
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 Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted many an anxious eye. The splendid show, the sumptuous board, The long details which feuds afford, And discontent is prone to hold, Absorb the … 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 Day And The War (James Madison Bell Poems)
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper’s Ferry. The following poem is most respectfully inscribed, by one who loved him in life, and in death would honor his memory. Twelve … Continue reading