The Kings Prophecie (Joseph Hall Poems)
What Stoick could his steely brest containe(If Zeno self, or who were made besideOf tougher mold) from being torne in ...
Poems about zeno (14 Poems)
The Slave Trade, A Poem (Hannah More Poems)
If heaven has into being deign'd to callThy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;Bright intellectual Sun! why does thy ...
To ——, (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.Maiden! with the fair brown tressesShading o'er thy dreamy eye,Floating on thy thoughtful foreheadCloud wreaths ...
Sermon in a Churchyard (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Let pious Damon take his seat,With mincing step and languid smile,And scatter from his 'kerchief sweet,Sabaean odours o'er the aisle;And ...
Tannhauser (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
There in the garden of pleasure she lies,My fond Aphrodite, and weepsFor the lover who fled from the light of ...
Fact And Fancy (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mindDisdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,And wreck ...
History Of The Night (Jorge Luis Borges Poems)
Throughout the course of the generationsmen constructed the night.At first she was blindness;thorns raking bare feet,fear of wolves.We shall never ...
The Way (Marin Sorescu Poems)
Thoughtful, hands behind my back,I walk between the railsthe straightest waythere is.From behind meat great speedcomes a trainthat knows nothing ...
Ode To The Confederate Dead (Allen Tate Poems)
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
The Roman Philosopher To The Christian Priests (Constance Naden Poems)
WELL have ye spoken, but the words ye said Stir in my constant soul nor love, nor rage; Through you ...
Ichabod (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...
History Of The Night (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Elizabeth (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit In thy own book that first thy name ...