November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Poems about awake (51 Poems)
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Mad Blake (William Rose Benet Poem)
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
The Student’s Serenade (Anne Bronte Poems)
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
Nimium Fortunatus (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
I have lain in the sun I have toil'd as I might, I have thought as I would, And now ...
Awake, My Heart (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
A Death – Scene (Emily Bronte Poem)
"O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly ...
The Skies (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Awake at night (Matsuo Basho Poem)
Awake at night-- the sound of the water jar cracking in the cold. (Matsuo Basho)
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord Byron Poem)
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year (Lord Byron Poem)
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
Dream Song 30: Collating bones: I would have liked to do (John Berryman Poem)
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
Dream Song 40: I’m scared a lonely. Never see my son (John Berryman Poems)
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
Sonnet 104 – A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece (John Berryman Poem)
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Porphyria’s Lover (Robert Browning Poems)
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
489. Song-Behold, my love, how green the groves (Robert Burns Poem)
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
Insomnia (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret (Conrad Aiken Poem)
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...