I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
Poems about midnight (51 Poems)
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 ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Stanzas For Music: There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give (Lord Byron Poems)
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
Stanzas To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark ...
There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters (Lord Byron Poems)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Stanzas For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Dream Song 57: In a state of chortle sin–once he reflected (John Berryman Poem)
In a state of chortle sinâ?"once he reflected, swilling tomato juiceâ?"live I, and did more than my thirstier years. To ...
Dream Song 16: Henry’s pelt was put on sundry walls (John Berryman Poems)
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Epilogue (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Epilogue To Asolando (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
A Toccata Of Galuppi’s (Robert Browning Poems)
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix (Robert Browning Poem)
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
445. The Minstel at Lincluden (Robert Burns Poem)
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
491. Song-Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
469. Song-Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
307. Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson (Robert Burns Poem)
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
446. A Vision (Robert Burns Poem)
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
Even Because (Ralph Angel Poem)
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The half-shut doors through which we heard that music (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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, ...