They Should Have Provided (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
Poems about wretched (51 Poems)
To the Ladies. (Lady Mary Chudleigh Poem)
WIFE and servant are the same, But only differ in the name : For when that fatal knot is ty'd, ...
From The Ladies Defence (Lady Mary Chudleigh Poem)
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
The Dirge of Wallace (Thomas Campbell Poem)
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
My Soul Thirsteth for God (William Cowper Poem)
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid ...
Pleading for and with Youth (William Cowper Poem)
Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to face With his forgiving ...
Abuse of the Gospel (William Cowper Poem)
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn ...
Contentment (William Cowper Poem)
(Phillipians, iv.11) Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea, But calm, content and peace we find, When, ...
To the Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
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 ...
To A Young Ass (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
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!- ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO III ( Scarmoges ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Melancholetta (Lewis Carroll Poem)
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
My God! O let me call Thee mine! (Anne Bronte Poem)
My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be ...
The Doubter’s Prayer (Anne Bronte Poems)
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
A Hymn (Anne Bronte Poem)
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
A Prayer (Anne Bronte Poem)
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
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: ...
Deliverance from Another Sore Fit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
My Country in Darkness (Eavan Boland Poem)
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
Henry King (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
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 Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Prometheus (Lord Byron Poem)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...