The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Poems about memory (51 Poems)
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Nostalgia (Billy Collins Poem)
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
JIMMY (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
Auschwitz Rose (Michael Burch Poem)
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity (Joel Barlow Poem)
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order (John Betjeman Poem)
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Georgic on Memory (Erin Belieu Poem)
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
The Burning of the Leaves (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
In Memory of a Happy Day in February (Anne Bronte Poem)
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
Part Of Speech (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
Regret (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Long ago I wished to leave " The house where I was born; " Long ago I used to grieve, ...
I see around me tombstones grey (Emily Bronte Poem)
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
The Living Lost (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
Before the Birth of One of Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
All things within this fading world hath end, Adversity doth still our joys attend; No ties so strong, no friends ...
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 ...
On A Distant View Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
Lachin Y Gair (Lord Byron Poem)
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
Sonnet to Lake Leman (Lord Byron Poem)
Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Sta?l -- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore ...
When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay (Lord Byron Poem)
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord Byron Poem)
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
To A Lady (Lord Byron Poem)
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
Stanzas To The Po (Lord Byron Poem)
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...