Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
Poems about intolerably (14 Poems)
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey (Hannah More Poems)
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part I (Mathilde Blind Poems)
"Earth, earth on the mouth of Oran, that he may blab no more." Gaelic Proverb. I.THE storm had ceased to rave: ...
On Reading Crowds and Power (Geoffrey Hill Poems)
1Cloven, we are incorporate, our woundssimple but mysterious. We havesome wherewithal to bide our time on earth.Endurance is fantastic; ambulancesbattling ...
Star-Gazer (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one elseThe number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry ...
The Chain Gang (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Borne in the car along a crowded way, Sun-soaked, I saw the world like shadows glide, Or phantom boats, upon a running ...
The History Of Job, A Sacred Poem. The First Book. (Daniel Baker Poems)
You that at ev'ry trifling Cross repine, And tax the Ways of Providence Divine; You that to ev'ry soft Temptation ...
A Letter (Digby Mackworth Dolben Poems)
My Love, and once again my Love,And then no more until the end,Until the waters cease to move,Until we rest ...
Life’s Undercurrent. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
Within the precincts of a hospital, I wandered in a sympathetic mood;Where face to face with wormwood and with gall, ...
Bismarck at Canossa: Sonnets (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
NOT ALL disgraced, in that Italian town, The imperial German cowered beneath thine hand, Alone indeed imperial Hildebrand,And ...
The Congregation (Gamaliel Bradford Poems)
The ghost of night's long hours departIn congregation dreary,And leave my sorrow-trampled heartIntolerably weary.But Chirpings bright in dewy woodsForetell divine ...
Success (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I think if you had loved me when I wanted; If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes, ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
Spinster (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck ...