Epitaph on a Hare (William Cowper Poem)
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Poems about steal (51 Poems)
The Task: Book II, The Time-Piece (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Abuse of the Gospel (William Cowper Poem)
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn ...
Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner (William Cowper Poem)
(Exodus, xvii.15) By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite ...
I Am 25 (Gregory Corso Poem)
With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The Cook’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
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, ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
On a Beautiful Landscape (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee For hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife, And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. ...
When Ida Puts Her Armor On (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart- The Steers were ...
Trespassers (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When Love and I drew softly nigh And gazed in modest Chloe's eye We saw reflected there in part The ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Decalogue (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
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 ...
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
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 ...
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 ...
To A Lady (Lord Byron Poem)
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
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 ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
The Confessional (Robert Browning Poem)
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...