Psyche (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the ...
Poems about frame (51 Poems)
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 ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
Desire (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Fishing On The Susquehanna In July (Billy Collins Poem)
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
I Ask You (Billy Collins Poem)
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
Dinner at the Who’s Who (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poems)
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity (Joel Barlow Poem)
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
Diary of a Church Mouse (John Betjeman Poem)
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
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: ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders… (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The Philosopher (Emily Bronte Poem)
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep (Emily Bronte Poem)
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may ...
Ante Aram (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Song For The Last Act (Louise Bogan Poem)
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
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 ...
Henry King (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
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 ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dream Song 110: It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that (John Berryman Poem)
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. My own clouds darkening hung. Besides, it wasn't serious. ...