Orlando Furioso canto 13 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
Poems about heaven-high (17 Poems)
Abt Volger (Robert Browning Poems)
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)</i>Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I ...
America (Maurice Thompson Poems)
Low-hung in darkness, steeped in tyranny,The earth was but a prison-pen for man,When a swift impulse leaped from sea to ...
Distraction (Katharine Tynan Poems)
When swarms of small distractions harry Devotion like the gnats that flyTill prayers are cold and customary, Not such as please Thee, ...
Farewell to the Plague Spirit (Mao Zedong Poems)
So many green and blue hills, but to what avail?This tiny creature left Hua Tuo powerless!Hundreds of villages choked with ...
[Month of] August (Hilaire Belloc Poems)
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,That never more shall hear such victories told;He stands apparent with his heaven-high ...
Quia Multum Amavit (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
An Aboriginal Mother’s Lament: Early Version (Charles Harpur Poems)
Still farther would I fly, my child, To make thee safer yet,From the unsparing white man, With his ...
Niobe (Alfred Noyes Poems)
How like the sky she bends above her child, One with the great horizon of her pain! No sob ...
Life (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
At morn-a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er, A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore; At noon-the countless hour-sands ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
The Pilgrims (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was ...
Quia Multum Amavit (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Eyrie (Robert William Service Poems)
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
The Palace (Robert William Service Poems)
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
Conqueror (Robert William Service Poems)
Though I defy the howling horde As bloody-browed I smite, Back to the wall with shattered sword When darkly dooms ...
Insomnia (Robert William Service Poems)
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...