Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Poems about chill (51 Poems)
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
The Constellations (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
Dead Men’s Love (Rupert Brooke Poems)
There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not ...
Dawn (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
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 ...
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
Stanzas Composed During A Thunderstorm (Lord Byron Poem)
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
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 ...
Love’s Last Adieu (Lord Byron Poems)
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
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 ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
Stanzas For Music: There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give (Lord Byron Poems)
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
The Destruction Of Sennacherib (Lord Byron Poem)
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
When We Two Parted (Lord Byron Poem)
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, ...
Dream Song 97: Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig (John Berryman Poem)
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
Dream Song 41: If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) (John Berryman Poem)
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
Dream Song 127: Again, his friend’s death made the man sit still (John Berryman Poems)
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
Dream Song 55: Peter’s not friendly. He gives me sideways looks (John Berryman Poems)
Peter's not friendly. He gives me sideways looks. The architecture is far from reassuring. I feel uneasy. A pity,â?"the interview ...
The Bad Monk (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
In A Year (Robert Browning Poem)
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Up At A Villa- Down In The City (Robert Browning Poem)
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Giant Toad (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...