Letters Of The Unliving (Mina Loy Poems)
The present implies presencethusunauthorized by the presentthese letters are left authorless --have lost all originsince the inscribing handlost life.The harshness ...
Poems about unanswering (21 Poems)
Liza May (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
LITTLE brown face full of smiles,And a baby's guileless wiles,Liza May, Liza May.Eyes a-peeping thro' the fenceWith an interest intense,Liza ...
On The Bluff (John Hay Poems)
O grandly flowing River!O silver-gliding River!Thy springing willows shiver In the sunset as of old;They shiver in the silenceOf the willow-whitened ...
Mystery Of Mysteries (Mathilde Blind Poems)
BEFORE the abyss of the unanswering grave Each mortal stands at last aloof, alone, With his beloved one turned as deaf as ...
Home Songs (John Charles McNeill Poems)
The little loves and sorrows are my song:The leafy lanes and birthsteads of my sires,Where memory broods by winter's evening ...
The Master-Chord (William Roscoe Poems)
LIKE a musician that with flying fingerStartles the voice of some new instrument,And, though he know that in one string ...
The Dance Of The Seven Sins (Arthur Symons Poems)
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
A Spirit’s Return (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
The Weakling (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
I AM a weakling. God, who made The still, strong man, made also me. The God who ...
The Prisoner: Pt 1 (Emily Jane Bronte Poems)
In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray,Reckless of the lives wasting there away;"Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern!"He ...
A City Afternoon (Edith Wyatt Poems)
Green afternoon serene and bright, along my street you sail away Sun-dappled like a ship of light that glints upon ...
Spring’s Saraband (Bliss William Carman Poems)
Over the hills of AprilWith soft winds hand in hand,Impassionate and dreamy-eyed,Spring leads her saraband.Her garments float and gatherAnd swirl ...
Immortal Autumn (Archibald MacLeish Poems)
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall. I praise ...
In these days . . . (Ebenezer Elliott Poems)
In these days, every mother's son or daughter Writes verse, which no one reads except the writer, ...
Beauty (Edward Thomas Poems)
What does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No man, woman, or child alive could please Me now. ...
I’ve none to tell me to but Thee (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie -- It ...
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 ...
Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
The One Before the Last (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain ...
Beauty (Edward Thomas Poems)
WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No man, woman, or child alive could please Me now. ...
The Rear-Guard (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...