Despondency (Anne Bronte Poem)
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
Poems about dies (51 Poems)
The Teacher’s Monologue (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Honour’s Martyr (Emily Bronte Poems)
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
Kinderhymne (Children’s Hymn) (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
Anmut sparet nicht noch M?he Leidenschaft nicht noch Verstand Da? ein gutes Deutschland bl?he Wie ein andres gutes Land ...
Mutation (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
Choriambics — I (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
Mutability (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Day That I Have Loved (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
The Night Journey (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
The Call (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Love (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love ...
Seaside (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
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 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 ...
Nos Immortales (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
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 ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte (Lord Byron Poem)
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Euthanasia (Lord Byron Poem)
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
Dream Song 48: He yelled at me in Greek (John Berryman Poem)
He yelled at me in Greek, my God!â?"It's not his language and I'm no good atâ?"his Aramaic, wasâ?"I am a ...
Browning Decides To Be A Poet (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
BEAUTY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
De Gustibus— (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...