In the Dark Places Where She Dwell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much sadness years of suffering A long night of pain She struggled for rapture for something to cling to ...
Poems about torment (41 Poems)
The Magnificent (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The Convent Gardener Of Lamporechio (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
The Amorous Courtesan (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Angels (Russell Edson Poem)
They have little use. They are best as objects of torment. No government cares what you do with them. Like ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
If You Only Knew (Robert Desnos Poem)
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
Sonnet XL: My Heart the Anvil (Michael Drayton Poem)
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
Sonnet XIV: If He From Heav’n (Michael Drayton Poems)
If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be, I greatly marvel how ...
Troilus And Cressida (John Dryden Poem)
Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! ...
Storm-Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
Cities (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
The Indifferent (John Donne Poem)
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
‘Tis so appalling — it exhilarates (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates -- So over Horror, it half Captivates -- The Soul stares after it, secure ...
To make Routine a Stimulus (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease -- Capacity to Terminate Is a Specific Grace -- Of Retrospect ...
I would not paint — a picture — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
Water Babes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
Landscapes (Andree Chedid Poem)
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
The Song of Right and Wrong (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Feast on wine or fast on water And your honour shall stand sure, God Almighty's son and daughter He the ...
The Death of Nicou (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Narva and Mored (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Landscapes (John Burnside Poem)
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
To the Muse (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
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 ...
Dream Song 95: The surly cop looked out at me in sleep (John Berryman Poem)
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...