I, or Someone Like Me (Marvin Bell Poem)
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
Poems about future (51 Poems)
Last Lines (Anne Bronte Poem)
Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep (Anne Bronte Poem)
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
Winter Stores (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
The Teacher’s Monologue (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Parting (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THERE'S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in ...
Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
My Lady’s Grave (Emily Bronte Poems)
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
Song (Emily Bronte Poem)
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
The Prisoner (Emily Bronte Poem)
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
Love and Folly (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front (Wendell Berry Poem)
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
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 ...
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 ...
To Eliza (Lord Byron Poem)
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect, Who to woman deny the soul's future existence! Could they see thee, Eliza, ...
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 ...
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 ...
To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord Byron Poem)
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
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 ...
Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
Dream Song 114: Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines (John Berryman Poem)
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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; ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
212. Song-Raving Winds Around her Blowing (Robert Burns Poem)
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair (Robert Burns Poem)
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...