Human Life (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
Poems about gain (51 Poems)
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Fame’s Penny-Trumpet (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
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: ...
If This Be All (Anne Bronte Poem)
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall ...
A Voice From The Dungeon (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
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 ...
Passion (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
A Memory (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Upon a Fit of Sickness (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
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: ...
In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
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 ...
Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Siege and Conquest of Alhama (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
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 ...