Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Poems about beam (51 Poems)
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The Iron Bridge (Billy Collins Poem)
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
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 ...
I. Written at Tinemouth, Northumberland, after a Tempestuous Voyage (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
I am standing under the mistletoe, And I smile, but no answering smile replies For her haughty glance bids me ...
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Farewell (Anne Bronte Poem)
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
Fluctuations (Anne Bronte Poem)
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Apostasy (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
How still, how happy! (Emily Bronte Poem)
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
My Comforter (Emily Bronte Poem)
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
‘Yes, holy be thy resting place’ (Emily Bronte Poems)
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
On A Distant View Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture (Lord Byron Poem)
This faint resemblance of thy charms, (Though strong as mortal art could give,) My constant heart of fear disarms, Revives ...
To M (Lord Byron Poem)
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
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 ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
Farewell To The Muse (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
Sun of the Sleepless! (Lord Byron Poem)
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, ...
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 ...
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 ...
To Time (Lord Byron Poem)
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not (Lord Byron Poem)
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...