A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
Poems about mood (51 Poems)
A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The Garden Of Boccaccio (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Love’s Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance (Samuel Coleridge Poems)
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
To The Rev. George Coleridge (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The Pains Of Sleep (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Wood Rides (John Clare Poem)
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa (Billy Collins Poem)
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
October (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The forest holds high carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors ...
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
A Study In Feeling (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep (Anne Bronte Poem)
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Salve! (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
TO live within a cave--it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
My Comforter (Emily Bronte Poem)
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
Hauntings (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte (Lord Byron Poem)
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...