Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
Poems about sprite (31 Poems)
The Metamorphosed Gypsies (excerpt) (Ben Jonson Poem)
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light In the noon of night, ...
WITH A WATER-LILY (Henrik Ibsen Poem)
SEE, dear, what thy lover brings; 'Tis the flower with the white wings. Buoyed upon the quiet stream In the ...
The Dream of Eugene Aram (Thomas Hood Poem)
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
Death (Thomas Hood Poem)
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these ...
The Lost Pyx: A Mediaeval Legend (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
San Sebastian (Thomas Hardy Poem)
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
The Well-Beloved (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
Her Immortality (Thomas Hardy Poem)
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
The Swimmer (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
THE PUPIL IN MAGIC. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I AM now,--what joy to hear it!-- Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit Do whate'er by ...
To a soubrette (Eugene Field Poem)
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Lady button-eyes (Eugene Field Poem)
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly (John Donne Poem)
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless ...
A Mien to move a Queen (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Mien to move a Queen -- Half Child -- Half Heroine -- An Orleans in the Eye That puts ...
The Ease and Charm of You (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Sly Dick (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VI ( Dyscomfyture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
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 ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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! ...
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig (Robert Burns Poem)
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
From The Short Story Shadow-Children (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
230. The Fête Champêtre (Robert Burns Poems)
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...