Saul (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
Poems about shroud (46 Poems)
Love’s Last Adieu (Lord Byron Poems)
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
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! ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
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 ...
CONTEMPLATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
“Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes” (Robert Browning Poem)
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
Song from ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
An Evening (William Allingham Poem)
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
The Deserted Garden (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
The Cry Of The Children (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Fair Elanor (William Blake Poems)
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...