Of The Nature Of Things: Book III – Part 03 – The Soul Is Mortal (Lucretius Poems)
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
Poems about recovers (16 Poems)
Book III – Part 03 – The Soul is Mortal (Lucretius Poems)
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
A Case Of Conscience. (Henry Baker Poems)
'Twas said, by those of old, Beware,Consider well before you swear.The Counsel's good without dispute,And ev'ry prudent Man will do't.But, ...
Arcadia Rediviva (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
The Sun Hath Twice (Henry Howard Poems)
The sun hath twice brought forth the tender green, And clad the earth in lively lustiness; Once have the winds the trees ...
Of The Flie At The Candle (John Bunyan Poems)
hat ails this fly thus desperately to enterA combat with the candle? Will she ventureTo clash at light? Away, thou ...
The Wish (Cornelius Arnold Poems)
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
The Kalevala – Rune VII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Swam through all the deep-sea waters,Floating like a branch of aspen,Like a withered twig of willow;Swam ...
The Stampede (Bruce Kiskaddon Poems)
The afterglow fades and the daylight is failing,Deep gloom settles over the valley so wide;The slow moving column of cattle ...
The Litanies Of Satan (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,O Satan, take pity on my ...
The Hacking Song (C J Dennis Poems)
Yes, it's tryin', Mrs Gudgits. Very tryin', as you say.To 'ave a 'usban' on yer 'an's not only night but ...
His Rattle He Throws On The Floor (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
When something or other has made him feel glad,His rattle he throws on the floor; The times he is good ...
It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers (A. E. Housman Poem)
It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
A Prayer For My Daughter (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
Nick And The Candlestick (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...