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 ...
Poems about grief (50 Poems)
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
Despondency (Anne Bronte Poem)
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
An Orphan’s Lament (Anne Bronte Poems)
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
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 ...
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 ...
Evening Solace (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
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 ...
Stanza (Emily Bronte Poem)
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
“I am the only being whose doom…” (Emily Bronte Poem)
I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought ...
A Day Dream (Emily Bronte Poem)
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Sympathy (Emily Bronte Poem)
There should be no despair for you While nightly stars are burning, While evening pours its silent dew And sunshine ...
Consumption (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for ...
Mutability (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Clouds (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
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 ...
Tears In Sleep (Louise Bogan Poem)
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's ...
Juan’s Song (Louise Bogan Poems)
When beauty breaks and falls asunder I feel no grief for it, but wonder. When love, like a frail shell, ...
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 ...
I Speak Not (Lord Byron Poem)
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
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 ...
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 ...
Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding (John Berryman Poem)
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding across malignant half my years or so? One evil faery it was workt ...
The Ball Poem (John Berryman Poem)
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
A FORMER LIFE (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed ...
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo (Robert Burns Poem)
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
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 ...
183. Verses Written with a Pencil at the Inn at Kenmore (Robert Burns Poem)
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet (Robert Burns Poem)
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...