To Heaven (Ben Jonson Poem)
Good and great God, can I not think of thee But it must straight my melancholy be? Is it interpreted ...
Poems about weariness (31 Poems)
Boaz Asleep (Victor Hugo Poem)
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
The Transparent Man (Anthony Hecht Poem)
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
The Pulley (George Herbert Poem)
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said He) pour on him ...
A NEW YEAR’S GIFT,SENT TO SIR SIMEON STEWARD (Robert Herrick Poems)
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
O Daedalus, Fly Away Home (Robert Hayden Poem)
(For Maia and Julie) Drifting night in the Georgia pines, coonskin drum and jubilee banjo. Pretty Malinda, dance with me. ...
Widows (Louise Gluck Poem)
My mother's playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her ...
Work chapter VII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
To Earthward (Robert Frost Poem)
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Conscious am I in my Chamber, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend -- He doth not attest by Posture -- Nor Confirm ...
To die — takes just a little while (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To die -- takes just a little while -- They say it doesn't hurt -- It's only fainter -- by ...
Athritic Fingers Have To Last (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
Exhortation to Prayer (William Cowper Poem)
What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But ...
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!- ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
The house where I was born (08) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I open my eyes, yes, it's the house where I was born, Exactly as it was and nothing more. The ...
Nocturne of the Wharves (Arna Bontemps Poem)
All night they whine upon their ropes and boom against the dock with helpless prows: these little ships that are ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
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 ...
SPLEEN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Inferno Canto02 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Wildpeace (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Rugby Chapel (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
The Song Of Empedocles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...