THE PRIMROSE (Robert Herrick Poem)
Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you ...
Poems about fainting (31 Poems)
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Twenty-Third Psalm (Eugene Field Poem)
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,-- There is no want I know; His flock He leads in verdant meads, ...
The Divine Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
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 ...
To His Lute (William Drummond Poem)
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious ...
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 ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Lady feeds Her little Bird (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals -- The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The ...
I rose — because He sank — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I rose -- because He sank -- I thought it would be opposite -- But when his power dropped -- ...
Come slowly — Eden! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- ...
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of ...
If I can stop one Heart from breaking (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life ...
Afflictions Sanctified by the Word (William Cowper Poem)
Oh how I love Thy holy Word, Thy gracious covenant, O Lord! It guides me in the peaceful way; I ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
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 ...
II. Written at Bamborough Castle. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
Fluctuations (Anne Bronte Poem)
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings ...
Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It's not in me. My sinking heart I pray Thee raise ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
The Statesmen (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
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 Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
To Thomas Moore (Lord Byron Poem)
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's ...
Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body (John Berryman Poem)
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
THE FLASK (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...