The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Poems about lean (51 Poems)
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 01: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
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 ...
My Kingdom (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Conversation (Ai Poem)
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
My Child Wafts Peace (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing (Margaret Atwood Poem)
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn (Robert Burns Poems)
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father (Robert Burns Poems)
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend! Here lie the loving ...
De Profundis (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Sonnet 24 – Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
The Look (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, ...
A Woman’s Shortcomings (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
My Heart and I (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
Song (William Blake Poems)
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings ...
The French Revolution (excerpt) (William Blake Poems)
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
French Revolution, The (excerpt) (William Blake Poems)
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
The Little Black Boy (William Blake Poems)
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...