To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Poems about worlds (51 Poems)
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Light and Glory of the Word (William Cowper Poem)
The Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. A ...
A Token (Robert Creeley Poem)
My lady fair with soft arms, what can I say to you-words, words as if all worlds were there. (Robert ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
At Wilfred Owen’s Grave (Michael Burch Poems)
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
The Worlds in this World (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
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 ...
On Hearing (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die In the long vaultings of this ancient fane! Stay, for I may ...
Why I Went To The Foot (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Was ever a maiden so worried? I'll admit I am partial to Jim, For Jimmie has promised to wed me ...
Metonymy as an Approach to a Real World (William Bronk Poem)
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of ...
In the shadow of a broken house (Laurence Binyon Poem)
In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, And the ...
Seven Strophes (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
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, ...
Stanza (Emily Bronte Poem)
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I Speak Not (Lord Byron Poem)
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
Dream Song 73: Karensui, Ryoan-ji (John Berryman Poem)
The taxi makes the vegetables fly. 'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait. Past the bright lake up into the temple, ...
Dream Song 88: Op. posth. no. 11 (John Berryman Poem)
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
Evelyn Hope (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
The Boy And the Angel (Robert Browning Poem)
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
247. Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive (Robert Burns Poem)
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...