The Meek Gained Mettle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Timid, blind, fearful men rise and speak with power, with courage, with resolve, defy the powerful, the authority, the council, ...
Poems about defy (36 Poems)
Bread from the Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He chose to be strong, to defy the tempter, to rebuke the easy path, the earthy, immediate concern to center, ...
The Rock (and stumbling block) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For a fleeting moment he was the only other one able, by faith, to exceed his imagination his own failings, ...
On a Honey Bee (Philip Freneau Poem)
Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant ...
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 ...
King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Squash in Blossom (Robert Francis Poem)
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
In Memoriam: Four Poets (Robert Francis Poem)
1 Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave ...
Mr. Mistoffelees (T. S. Eliot Poem)
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
Macavity: The Mystery Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
Snow (John Davidson Poem)
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Victor Hugo (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
The Way to know the Bobolink (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
The Quiet Eye (Eliza Cook Poem)
THE ORB I like is not the one That dazzles with its lightning gleam; That dares to look upon the ...
The Last Man (Thomas Campbell Poem)
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
To the Belgians (Laurence Binyon Poem)
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
Power of Love (Anne Bronte Poem)
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture (Lord Byron Poem)
This faint resemblance of thy charms, (Though strong as mortal art could give,) My constant heart of fear disarms, Revives ...
Prometheus (Lord Byron Poem)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...