The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius – Book II. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Of chance or change O let not man complain,Else shall he never never cease to wail:For, from the imperial dome, ...
Poems about deadens (15 Poems)
The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Love – Lover) (Henry Baker Poems)
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
The Authors: A Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
A Summer Night (Matthew Arnold Poems)
In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Silent and white, ...
An Urban Convalescence (James Merrill Poems)
Out for a walk, after a week in bed,I find them tearing up part of my blockAnd, chilled through, dazed ...
In Ampezzo (Trumbull Stickney Poems)
Only once more and not again--the larchesShake to the wind their echo, 'Not again,'--We see, below the sky that over-archesHeavy ...
Epilogue to Agamemnon (James Thomson Poems)
Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,And ...
LXXV. _HEART-COLDNE (Michelangelo Buonarroti Poems)
Vorrei voler, Signior.Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will: Between it and the fire a veil of ice Deadens the ...
Sunday Morning (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Down the road someone is practising scales,The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,Man's heart expands to ...
The Hermit (Eloise Alberta Bibb Poems)
IThe hermit sat within his cave, A prey to anxious care;Distress sat gravely on his brow, And suffering slumbered there.His ...
After Sunset (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
REST--rest--four little letters, one short word, Enfolding an infinitude of bliss-- Rest is upon the earth. The heavy clouds Hang ...
Without Were Fightings, Within Were Fears (Charlotte Eliza Dixon Poems)
2 CORINTHIANS, vii. 5. WHEN shall I sleep that long, long Sleep,From which no human voice can wake me--When o'er ...
XIV. Temperance (Ellis Walker Poems)
In ev'ry thing that happens search you mindAnd try what force, what faculties you findFor the encounter of the object ...
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: ...