‘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 ...
Poems about chain (51 Poems)
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 ...
The Dream (Louise Bogan Poem)
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
Reply to Some Verses of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq. (Lord Byron Poem)
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
Dam?tas (Lord Byron Poem)
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
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 ...
Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte (Lord Byron Poem)
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Prometheus (Lord Byron Poem)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters (Lord Byron Poems)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Stanzas For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
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 ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
494. Song-Farewell thou stream that winding flows (Robert Burns Poem)
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling; O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoes Within my bosom swelling. Condemn'd ...
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
Kaspar Is Dead (Jean Hans Arp Poem)
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Conversation (Ai Poem)
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...