Dionysus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Poems about rivers (51 Poems)
The Twins (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Dionysus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Youth And Age (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Picnic, Lightning (Billy Collins Poem)
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
GARAGE SALE (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Ohio (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The nymph’s reply to the shepherd (John Bodenham Poems)
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
The house where I was born (05) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Seaward (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
Dutch Mistress (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
To Urania (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
High waving heather ‘neath stormy blasts bending (Emily Bronte Poems)
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
The Philosopher (Emily Bronte Poem)
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
1914 V: The Soldier (Rupert Brooke Poem)
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
V. The Soldier (Rupert Brooke Poem)
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
Heaven (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
The Soldier (Rupert Brooke Poem)
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
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 ...
We May Live Together (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife ...
To My Dear And Loving Husband (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife ...
Outside History (Eavan Boland Poem)
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...