To The Rev. George Coleridge (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Poems about brief (51 Poems)
Human Life (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
Fame’s Penny-Trumpet (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Preface to Hunting of the Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
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 ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Dear Reader (Billy Collins Poem)
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
At Wilfred Owen’s Grave (Michael Burch Poems)
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
A Welcome (William Browne Poem)
WELCOME, welcome! do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a ...
In Youth (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
Bird Nesting (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree, Eager and laughing, as in all our play, To see the eggs ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Missionary (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Winter Stores (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
A Day Dream (Emily Bronte Poem)
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
How Clear She Shines (Emily Bronte Poem)
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
The Death of the Flowers (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
October (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Night (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
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; ...
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 ...
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 ...
I Speak Not (Lord Byron Poem)
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...