The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Poems about husband (50 Poems)
To the Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
To The Rev. George Coleridge (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
The Mad Gardener’s Song (Lewis Carroll Poems)
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
A Strange Wild Song (Lewis Carroll Poem)
He thought he saw an Elephant That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
Snowbanks North of the House (Robert Bly Poem)
Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house ... Thoughts that go so far. The ...
The Worlds in this World (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Dilton Marsh Halt (John Betjeman Poem)
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
The Young that Died in Beauty (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta of Navarre (Erin Belieu Poem)
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
The Young that Died in Beauty (William Barnes Poem)
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Water (Wendell Berry Poem)
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16 (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
O thou Most High who rulest all And hear'st the prayers of thine, O hearken, Lord, unto my suit And ...
In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings ...
Another (II) (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Lord Lundy (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
To Eliza (Lord Byron Poem)
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect, Who to woman deny the soul's future existence! Could they see thee, Eliza, ...
To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord Byron Poem)
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body (John Berryman Poem)
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
My Last Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
525. Song-Had I the wyte, she bade me (Robert Burns Poem)
HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me by the ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Pictures of Home (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
Turns And Movies: Zudora (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...