Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned (John Donne Poem)
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...
Poems about prison (51 Poems)
The Ecstasy (John Donne Poem)
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? "A Soul has gone to Heaven" I'm answered in a lonesome tone -- ...
Of Paul and Silas it is said (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Paul and Silas it is said There were in Prison laid But when they went to take them out ...
Of God we ask one favor, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of God we ask one favor, That we may be forgiven -- For what, he is presumed to know -- ...
Mine — by the Right of the White Election! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election! Mine -- by the Royal Seal! Mine -- by the Sign ...
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls (Emily Dickinson Poem)
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls Ecstatically leap -- Beloved only Afternoon That Prison doesn't keep They storm ...
How soft this Prison is (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How soft this Prison is How sweet these sullen bars No Despot but the King of Down Invented this repose ...
A Prison gets to be a friend — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Prison gets to be a friend -- Between its Ponderous face And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express -- And ...
Does the name toll a bell? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hexameters (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Farewell (John Clare Poem)
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
To Marguerite (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
So great my debt to thee, I know my life Is all too short to pay the least I owe, ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
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 ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Sonnet (Louise Bogan Poem)
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...