Fit the Third ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Poems about endure (51 Poems)
Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Cleansings (Michael Burch Poem)
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
Ohio (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
XIII. O Time! Who Know’st a Lenient Hand to Lay… (William Lisle Bowles Poems)
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
III. O Thou, whose stern command and precepts pure… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure (Tho' agony in every vein should start, And slowly drain the blood-drops ...
Sonnet: July 18th 1787 (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
Time and Grief (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
The Hunter (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
A full-fledged gun cannot endure The trifling of an amateur; Poor marksmanship its temper spoils And this is why the ...
The Healers (Laurence Binyon Poem)
In a vision of the night I saw them, In the battles of the night. 'Mid the roar and the ...
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Last Lines (Anne Bronte Poem)
Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn (Emily Bronte Poem)
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
The Old Stoic (Emily Bronte Poem)
Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream ...
Words For Departure (Louise Bogan Poem)
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
The City Revisited (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
Dedication (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy ...
Remember Him, Whom Passion’s Power (Lord Byron Poems)
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
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 ...
‘All Is Vanity,’ Saith the Preacher (Lord Byron Poems)
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And ...
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 ...
When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay (Lord Byron Poem)
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
To A Lady (Lord Byron Poem)
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Churchill’s Grave (Lord Byron Poems)
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
Dream Song 100: How this woman came by the courage (John Berryman Poem)
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...