Fit the Third ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Poems about tone (51 Poems)
Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
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 ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Song 2 (Anne Bronte Poem)
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Farewell (Anne Bronte Poem)
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
Yes I will take a cheerful tone And feign to share their heartless glee, But I would rather weep alone ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Apostasy (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Parting (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THERE'S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in ...
Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
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, ...
The Prisoner (Emily Bronte Poem)
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
Come hither, child (Emily Bronte Poem)
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
My Comforter (Emily Bronte Poem)
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
She Dried Her Tears (Emily Bronte Poem)
She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while ...
Mary and Gabriel (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
Godolphin Horne (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
Lord Lundy (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
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 ...
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 ...
Farewell To The Muse (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...