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 ...
Poems about deny (51 Poems)
Song From An Evening’s Love (John Dryden Poems)
After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain, Ah, what a ...
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 ...
Hidden Flame (John Dryden Poem)
Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: 'Tis such ...
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 Triple Fool (John Donne Poem)
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...
The Flea (John Donne Poem)
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- Never deny Me -- Never fly -- Those same unvarying Eyes ...
Forget! The lady with the Amulet (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? ...
Endow the Living — with the Tears — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women -- ...
Do People moulder equally, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who ...
If your Nerve, deny you (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If your Nerve, deny you -- Go above your Nerve -- He can lean against the Grave, If he fear ...
Water Babes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
The Ease and Charm of You (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Joys of the chase (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
Frogmouth biker (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
Benefit of doubt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It's a ruling from the field of pain (devoid of antique nave, a judgement process aptly named 'benefit of doubt'); ...
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress (Richard Crashaw Poem)
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Dependence (William Cowper Poem)
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that ...
The Hawk and the Babe (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
The Hawk and the Babe (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
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 ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
On A Distant View Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
Reply to Some Verses of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq. (Lord Byron Poem)
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
To Eliza (Lord Byron Poem)
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect, Who to woman deny the soul's future existence! Could they see thee, Eliza, ...
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 ...