Hauntings (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
Poems about forgot (51 Poems)
The Goddess in the Wood (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Goddess In The Wood, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Love (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love ...
Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
The Harbour (Eavan Boland Poem)
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Farewell To The Muse (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
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 ...
To Time (Lord Byron Poem)
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not (Lord Byron Poem)
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; ...
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 ...
Stanzas To The Po (Lord Byron Poem)
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Darkness (Lord Byron Poem)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Dream Song 50: In a motion of night they massed nearer my post (John Berryman Poem)
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
BALCONY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
336. Song-My Eppie Macnab (Robert Burns Poem)
O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She's down in the ...
90. Epistle to James Smith (Robert Burns Poem)
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
519. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election-No. 2 (Robert Burns Poems)
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...