Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Poems about lids (31 Poems)
Suicide’s Stone (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
Peace is the heir of dead desire, Whether abundance killed the cormorant In a happy hour, or sleep or death ...
After the Earthquake (Erica Jong Poem)
After the first astounding rush, after the weeks at the lake, the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks, ...
Exiles (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Robin Hood, A Child. (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Tiger (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
At noon thepaper tigers roar -- Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun ...
The Souls of the Slain (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
Tired (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I could see her tired even under the closed lids of her sleeping face Body hugged under the covers Her ...
The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
The Valley’s Singing Day (Robert Frost Poems)
The sound of the closing outside door was all. You made no sound in the grass with your footfall, As ...
To Eva (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
O Fair and stately maid, whose eye Was kindled in the upper sky At the same torch that lighted mine; ...
The Problem (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
Sweet — safe — Houses (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Sweet -- safe -- Houses -- Glad -- gay -- Houses -- Sealed so stately tight -- Lids of Steel ...
Something Childish, But Very Natural (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But ...
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 ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
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 ...
Apostasy (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
The Wife’s Will (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
Stars (Emily Bronte Poem)
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not (Lord Byron Poem)
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; ...
Maid of Athens, ere we part (Lord Byron Poem)
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep ...
Dream Song 33: An apple arc’d toward Kleitos; whose great King (John Berryman Poems)
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
Dream Song 89: Op. posth. no. 12 (John Berryman Poem)
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
Porphyria’s Lover (Robert Browning Poems)
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...