The Miseries of Man (Anne Killigrew Poem)
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Poems about annoy (31 Poems)
On Death. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' ...
Ode On Indolence (John Keats Poem)
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
The World is with Me (Thomas Hood Poem)
The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all ...
THE RULE OF LIFE. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
IF thou wouldst live unruffled by care, Let not the past torment thee e'er; As little as possible be thou ...
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Little Willie (Eugene Field Poem)
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
Sleep (John Fletcher Poem)
COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; ...
The Picture (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
The Jealous Husband (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear, With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear, Deprived his wife of ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
The Marionettes Of Distant Masters (Russell Edson Poem)
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Dedication (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Inscribed to a Dear Child: In Memory of Golden Summer Hours And Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a ...
Speak Roughly to Your Little Boy (Lewis Carroll Poem)
And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Acrostic (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Little maidens, when you look On this little story-book, Reading with attentive eye Its enticing history, Never think that hours ...
To Thos. Floyd (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
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 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 ...
Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray (Conrad Aiken Poem)
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII (William Blake Poems)
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
The School Boy (William Blake Poems)
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
More About People (Ogden Nash Poems)
When people aren't asking questions They're making suggestions And when they're not doing one of those They're either looking over ...
A Letter From the Front (Sir Henry Newbolt Poems)
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
Little Pierre’s Song (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
Paradise Lost: Book 06 (John Milton Poems)
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Paradise Lost: Book 09 (John Milton Poems)
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...