Severed and Gone (Anne Bronte Poem)
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Poems about gleam (51 Poems)
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
Farewell (Anne Bronte Poem)
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
Fluctuations (Anne Bronte Poem)
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Apostasy (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
My Comforter (Emily Bronte Poem)
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
Choriambics — II (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Waikiki (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes Somewhere an `eukaleli' ...
Tiare Tahiti (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Dust (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
On A Distant View Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
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 Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? (Lord Byron Poem)
And wilt thou weep when I am low? Sweet lady! speak those words again: Yet if they grieve thee, say ...
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 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 ...