The Hours (John Peale Bishop Poems)
In the real dark night of the soul it is always threeo'clock in the morning. F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIALL day, knowing ...
Poems about destitution (15 Poems)
Contrasted Scenes From Real Life (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Scene I—Marriage of Sir R. Peel With Lady E. HaySee yonder gorgeous fane, its doors expand,Throng'd with the rank, wealth, ...
The Beggar Family (Morris Rosenfeld Poems)
Within the court, before the judge,There stand six wretched creatures,They're lame and weary, one and all,With pinched and pallid features.The ...
Dream of Istanbul (Mehmet Akif Ersoy Poems)
The boat was rolling over in an ocean...The dream threw me on the shores of Marmara!I saw from only a ...
Merdle The Banker (Horatio Alger Jr Poems)
Now Merdle this day having toss'd with his horns The bears that were pulling so hard at the stocks, And gored every ...
Christmas Day (Hartley Coleridge Poems)
WAS it a fancy, bred of vagrant guess,Or well-remember'd fact, that He was bornWhen half the world was wintry and ...
The Ideal (Charles Harpur Poems)
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
Helian (Georg Trakl Poems)
In the spirit's solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps ...
The Cry Of The People (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens ...
Rain (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
Long as unending threads, the long-drawn rainInterminably, with its nails of grey, Athwart the dull grey day, Rakes ...
Hence These Years (Bert Leston Taylor Poems)
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
The Haunted House (Thomas Hood Poem)
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Till Death — is narrow Loving — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness -- ...
In many and reportless places (Emily Dickinson Poem)
In many and reportless places We feel a Joy -- Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature Or Deity -- It ...