The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Poems about colour (51 Poems)
The Amorous Courtesan (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Glass (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
In a London Drawingroom (George Eliot Poem)
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
Balbus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
The Hollow Men (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
Snow (John Davidson Poem)
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
A Ballad of Hell (John Davidson Poem)
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Elegy IV: The Perfume (John Donne Poem)
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
The Ecstasy (John Donne Poem)
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
This House Which Is Lived In (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Heccar and Gaira (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Apology To Delia: For Desiring A Lock Of Her Hair (William Cowper Poem)
Delia, the unkindest girl on earth, When I besought the fair, That favour of intrinsic worth A ringlet of her ...
On the desert (Stephen Crane Poem)
On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
BOIREANN (Graham Burchell Poem)
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Spring in Town (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Day That I Have Loved (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The Treasure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...