Song 2 (Anne Bronte Poem)
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Poems about strike (50 Poems)
Severed and Gone (Anne Bronte Poem)
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Last Lines (Anne Bronte Poem)
Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured ...
Death (Emily Bronte Poem)
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Roman Fountain (Louise Bogan Poem)
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, ...
Sonnet (Louise Bogan Poem)
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
Medusa (Louise Bogan Poem)
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell ...
Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year (Lord Byron Poem)
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
Dream Song 75: Turning it over, considering (John Berryman Poem)
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Cavalier Tunes: Boot and Saddle (Robert Browning Poem)
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
Before (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
You’ll love me yet!-and I can tarry (Robert Browning Poems)
You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From ...
Boot And Saddle (Robert Browning Poem)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Love Lies Sleeping (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Turns And Movies: Duval’s Birds (Conrad Aiken Poems)
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...