Mutation (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
Poems about press (51 Poems)
Kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Mummia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
And love has changed to kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Clouds (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
The Author to her Book (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Lord Lundy (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Stanzas To Jessy (Lord Byron Poem)
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
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 ...
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 Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
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 ...
To Time (Lord Byron Poem)
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty’s Bloom (Lord Byron Poems)
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear ...
THE FLASK (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Instans Tyrannus (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
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 ...
Rabbi Ben Ezra (Robert Browning Poem)
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Prospice (Robert Browning Poem)
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
Any Wife To Any Husband (Robert Browning Poem)
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
257. Ode on the Departed Regency Bill (Robert Burns Poem)
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
Giant Snail (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...