The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Poems about roll (51 Poems)
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
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; ...
To M (Lord Byron Poem)
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
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 ...
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 ...
When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay (Lord Byron Poem)
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
To Romance (Lord Byron Poem)
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The Confessional (Robert Browning Poem)
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
A Pretty Woman (Robert Browning Poem)
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
264. Song-On a Bank of Flowers (Robert Burns Poem)
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05: Retrospect (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Lepracaun or Fairy Shoemaker, The (William Allingham Poem)
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Mule Song (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
Cadmus and Harmonia (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Progress (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Self-Dependence (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Memorial Verses (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
202. On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston (Robert Burns Poem)
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...