Busy Heart, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not ...
Poems about heavens (51 Poems)
The Call (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
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: ...
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 ...
We May Live Together (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife ...
To My Dear And Loving Husband (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife ...
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 ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
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 ...
Browning Decides To Be A Poet (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
THE SWAN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
Elevation (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
473. On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom’d thorn (Robert Burns Poems)
FROM the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I exclaim'd, ...
188. Song-Strathallan’s Lament (Robert Burns Poems)
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
535. Song-The Braw Wooer (Robert Burns Poem)
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
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 ...
108. Song-Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary? (Robert Burns Poem)
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore? Will ye go to the Indies, my ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
The Shampoo (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
Insomnia (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
Love’s Blindness (Alfred Austin Poems)
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
Evening Song Of Senlin (Conrad Aiken Poem)
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
White Night (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Thunder (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Shakespeare (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...