Phantasmagoria CANTO VII ( Sad Souvenaunce ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
Poems about slept (51 Poems)
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
I Am (John Clare Poem)
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
Because Her Heart Is Tender, for Beth (Michael Burch Poem)
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
On the Funeral of Charles the First (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
The house where I was born (06) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
The Student’s Serenade (Anne Bronte Poems)
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Retrospect (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
The Charm (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
A Memory (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Flight (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Menelaus and Helen (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
Charm, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
The Lilies (Wendell Berry Poem)
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
By night when others soundly slept, And had at once both case and rest, My waking eyes were open kept ...
By Night when Others Soundly Slept (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
. By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open ...
The Lover in Hell (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
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 ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
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 ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
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 ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...