Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Poems about strove (51 Poems)
Heroic Stanzas (John Dryden Poem)
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
The Vain King (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Three times — we parted — Breath — and I — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
The Dust behind I strove to join (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before -- But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls ...
The Birds reported from the South — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
Read — Sweet — how others — strove (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove -- Till we -- are stouter -- What they -- renounced -- ...
My first well Day — since many ill — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen -- Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in ...
He was weak, and I was strong — then (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He was weak, and I was strong -- then -- So He let me lead him in -- I was ...
Denial — is the only fact (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Denial -- is the only fact Perceived by the Denied -- Whose Will -- a numb significance -- The Day ...
Severer Service of myself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- As if my Brain had split -- I tried to match it ...
Because I could not stop for Death (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy (William Cowper Poem)
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Atheist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Linoz Isidoz (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Atheist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Linoz Isidoz (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
The Exchange (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not tell the ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
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!- ...
There was crimson clash of war. (Stephen Crane Poem)
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who ...
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 ...
Prologue (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Melancholetta (Lewis Carroll Poem)
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
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 ...
All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...