Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee (Emily Bronte Poem)
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
Poems about fire (51 Poems)
Stars (Emily Bronte Poem)
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
Mummia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
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 ...
One Day (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
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 ...
Finding (Rupert Brooke Poem)
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
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 Alchemist (Louise Bogan Poem)
I burned my life, that I may find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone ...
A Tale (Louise Bogan Poem)
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
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 ...
Poor Devil! (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
My Country in Darkness (Eavan Boland Poem)
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
To M. S. G. (Lord Byron Poem)
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Elevation (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
131. Song-Willie Chalmers (Robert Burns Poem)
WI' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up ...
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig (Robert Burns Poem)
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
Shoes (Charles Bukowski Poem)
when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Lesson 1 (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
At least I've learned this much: Life doesn't have to be all poetry and roses. Life can be bus rides, ...
A Mermaid Questions God (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...