Happy Dust (Aleister Crowley Poem)
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
Poems about fold (51 Poems)
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 General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The Worlds in this World (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
The nymph’s reply to the shepherd (John Bodenham Poems)
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
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 ...
Dora (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
SHE knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old-- He used to be so good and ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
To A Cloud (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
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 ...
Unfortunate (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
The Night (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
October (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
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 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 ...
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! ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
The Destruction Of Sennacherib (Lord Byron Poem)
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
Solitude (Lord Byron Poem)
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that ...
Dream Song 85: Op. posth. no. 8 (John Berryman Poem)
Flak. An eventful thought came to me, who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end? Who's king these ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
TO A MADONNA (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
BEAUTY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
Over the Sea our Galleys Went (Robert Browning Poem)
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
The Wanderers (Robert Browning Poem)
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...