Used Up (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
Poems about cureless (21 Poems)
Ichabod (Janet Hamilton Poems)
A panting messenger of woe and dread,His garments torn, and dust upon his head,His wounded feet with blood and travel ...
An Appeal For Thomas Eliot: The Shoemaker Poet (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Poor Tom's a-cold!" Upon his shrinking headThe pelting storm beats pitiless! On bedOf languishing, disease, and cureless painHe lies, surrounded ...
Windless Rain (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE rain, the desolate rain!Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!How it drips on the misty pane,How it drenches the darkened sill!O ...
Patience (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
SHE hath no beauty in her face,Unless the chastened sweetness thereAnd meek long-suffering yield a graceTo make her mournful features ...
Sonnet to Peace of Mind (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
Sweet Peace! ah, lead me from the thorny dale,Where desolate my wand'ring steps have fled;Far from the sunny paths which ...
A Star (Justin H. McCarthy Poems)
FRAMED in the darkness or the door ajar,You paused a moment while the midnight airFluttered its kisses on your eyes ...
To G.S. (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
PRAY God to give me power to keepLife's cureless evils out of sight;Nor wander o'er the world and weepThe things ...
Louisa: A Poetical Novel. First Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
Herva (Anna Seward Poems)
AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR. ARUNIC DIALOGUE. HERVA. ARGANTYR, wake!--to thee I call,Hear from thy dark sepulchral hall!'Mid the Forest's ...
Dear Joy, what have I done thee (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Dear Joy, what have I done thee, That thou shouldest ...
The Woman of Whom Satan Had Bound (George MacDonald Poems)
For years eighteen she, patient soul,Her eyes had graveward sent;Her earthly life was lapt in dole,She was so bowed and ...
Remorse — is Memory — awake — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- Her Parties all astir -- A Presence of Departed Acts -- At window ...
To M. S. G. (Lord Byron Poem)
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
242. The Poet’s Progress (Robert Burns Poem)
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
351. Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poems)
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
M’Fingal – Canto IV (John Trumbull Poems)
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Absence (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
Life (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive ...
Ode to Envy (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Sonnet XX: Oh! I Could Toil For Thee (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Oh! I could toil for thee o'er burning plains; Could smile at poverty's disastrous blow; With thee, could wander 'midst ...