The Future Peace and Glory of the Church (William Cowper Poem)
(Isaiah, ix. 15-20) Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair ...
Poems about suns (51 Poems)
I Will Praise the Lord at All Times (William Cowper Poem)
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
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 ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
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 Hawk and the Babe (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Au Bal (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
The Hawk and the Babe (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
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 ...
Au Bal (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Once a man clambering to the housetops (Stephen Crane Poem)
Once a man clambering to the housetops Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres; ...
Behold, from the land of the farther suns (Stephen Crane Poem)
Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with ...
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 ...
Insects (John Clare Poem)
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
To Imagination (Emily Bronte Poem)
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
Last Lines (Emily Bronte Poem)
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
No Coward Soul Is Mine (Emily Bronte Poem)
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
The West Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
October (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and ...
Choriambics — I (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
Mutability (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
1914 V: The Soldier (Rupert Brooke Poem)
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
V. The Soldier (Rupert Brooke Poem)
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
The Soldier (Rupert Brooke Poem)
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
A Tale (Louise Bogan Poem)
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
The Lover in Hell (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
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 ...