The Vagabonds (Bliss Carman Poem)
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
Poems about fare (51 Poems)
Qua Cursum Ventus (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of Milton (William Cowper Poem)
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
For the Poor (William Cowper Poem)
When Hagar found the bottle spent And wept o'er Ishmael, A message from the Lord was sent To guide her ...
Abuse of the Gospel (William Cowper Poem)
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
The Cook’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Human Life (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
Limbo (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
To Thos. Floyd (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Dust (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for ...
Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
Saul (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
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 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, ...
Dream Song 39: Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You’re in the clear (John Berryman Poems)
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
Epilogue (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Epilogue To Asolando (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
Prospice (Robert Browning Poem)
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
290. Song-A Waukrife Minnie (Robert Burns Poem)
WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass, Whare are you gaun, my hinnie? She answered me right saucilie, "An errand ...