The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Poems about darkly (37 Poems)
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
An Old Man’s Winter Night (Robert Frost Poems)
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
In Romney Marsh (John Davidson Poem)
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Lights Out (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Lights out" along the land, "Lights out" upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O'er peaceful towns ...
Death Fugue (Paul Celan Poem)
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
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 ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
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 ...
To a Waterfowl (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Heaven (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Lonely Burial (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
The Black Lace Fan My Mother Gave Me (Eavan Boland Poem)
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
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 ...
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 ...
It Is the Hour (Lord Byron Poem)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
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 ...
When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay (Lord Byron Poem)
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Window (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
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 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 01: The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...