The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Poems about infant (51 Poems)
The Good, Great Man (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
"How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains! It sounds like ...
Frost At Midnight (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The Iron Bridge (Billy Collins Poem)
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
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 ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Mad Blake (William Rose Benet Poem)
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Dreams (Anne Bronte Poem)
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
A Song of Pitcairn’s Island (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Dam?tas (Lord Byron Poem)
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
To Romance (Lord Byron Poem)
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters (Lord Byron Poems)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Stanzas For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Correspondences (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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 ...
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 ...