The Life we have is very great. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is ...
Poems about space (51 Poems)
The Birds begun at Four o’clock — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- Their period for Dawn -- A Music numerous as space -- But neighboring ...
Most she touched me by her muteness — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Most she touched me by her muteness -- Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure ...
Going to Heaven! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Heaven! I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed ...
To Henrietta Lyn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
The Reason Why I’m Fat (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
Echoes in an empty room (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Battle of the Baltic (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
Long Odds (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Logos (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own! Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge Constant my heart ...
Long Odds (Aleister Crowley Poem)
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Logos (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own! Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge Constant my heart ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
About The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Restless (Cecilia Borromeo Poem)
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only ...
Mad Blake (William Rose Benet Poem)
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
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 ...
A Polar Explorer (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
Apostasy (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
The Constellations (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
The Treasure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
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 ...
Anorexic (Eavan Boland Poem)
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
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 ...