Our Dum’d Animals (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
What time I seek my virtuous couch to steal Some surcease from the labours of the day,Ere silence like a ...
Poems about essays (21 Poems)
An Apology (Anne Bradstreet Poems)
To finish what's begun, was my intent,My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent;Essays I many made but still gave out,The ...
Puzzled (Carolyn Wells Poems)
There lived in ancient Scribbletown a wise old writer-man, Whose name was Homer Cicero Demosthenes McCann. He'd written treatises and ...
John Horace Burleson (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
Sonnet XXI: “Sometimes I fear thou’lt poise my muse’s praise” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XXISometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise, Against my spoken words, and sharply cry "This man breathes lightning through ...
Life (Edith Wharton Poems)
LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all,A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,Whence one with ardent chisel ...
NOVEMBER SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
To the great archer--not to him To meet whom flies the sun, And who is wont his features dim With ...
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Elegy (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Elegy (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
SPLEEN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
CHANGE (Barry Tebb Poems)
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
Indications, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
THE indications, and tally of time; Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in ...
The Emigrants: Book II (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Sonnets CX: Alas, ’tis true I have gone here and there (William Shakespeare Poems)
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own ...
To the Muse of Poetry (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
Sonnet 110: Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there (William Shakespeare Poems)
Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own ...
Sonnet CX (William Shakespeare Poems)
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own ...
Second Ode to the Nightingale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
John Horace Burleson (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...