The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Poems about limbs (51 Poems)
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, ...
II. Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
A Letter to Her Husband (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly ...
Young Blood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Love in Twilight (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
October (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Saul (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. (John Berryman Poem)
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
233. Song-O were I on Parnassus Hill (Robert Burns Poem)
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
524. Song-The lass that made the bed to me (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, ...
264. Song-On a Bank of Flowers (Robert Burns Poem)
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Sonnet (1928) (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
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 ...
Prelude (Richard Aldington Poem)
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
The Lay of a Golden Goose (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...