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| Alexander Pope | THE DUNCIAD: BOOK IV — Alexander Pope |
THE DUNCIAD: BOOK IV “Beneath her footstool,/ Science groans in chains,/ And Wit dreads exile, penalties, and pains./ There foam'd rebellious/ Logic , gagg'd and bound,/ There, stripp'd, fair Rhet'ric l…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | ELOISA TO ABELARD — Alexander Pope |
ELOISA TO ABELARD “Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,/ Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd./ Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,/ Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:/ O…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY — Alexander Pope |
ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY “Why bade ye else, ye pow'rs! her soul aspire/ Above the vulgar flight of low desire?/ Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes;/ The glorious fault of angels and of gods;/ Then…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT — Alexander Pope |
EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT “Bless me! a packet--"'Tis a stranger sues,/ A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse."/ If I dislike it, "Furies, death and rage!"/ If I approve, "Commend it to the stage."/ There (thank m…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ALLEN, LORD BATHURST — Alexander Pope |
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ALLEN, LORD BATHURST “But I, who think more highly of our kind,/ (And surely Heav'n and I are of a mind)/ Opine, that Nature, as in duty bound,/ Deep hid the shining mischief under ground:/ But when, by…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | EPISTLE TO SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, LORD VISCOUNT COBHAM — Alexander Pope |
EPISTLE TO SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, LORD VISCOUNT COBHAM “A plain, rough Hero turn a crafty knave?/ Alas! in truth the man but chang'd his mind,/ Perhaps was sick, in love, or had not din'd./ Ask why from Britain, Caesar made retreat?/ Ca…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | An Essay on Criticism — Alexander Pope |
An Essay on Criticism “You then whose Judgment the right Course wou'd steer,/ Know well each ANCIENT's proper Character,/ His Fable, Subject, Scope in ev'ry Page,/ Religion, Country, Genius of his Age:/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | AN ESSAY ON MAN IN FOUR EPISTLES — Alexander Pope |
AN ESSAY ON MAN IN FOUR EPISTLES “Look round our world; behold the chain of love/ Combining all below and all above./ See plastic nature working to this end,/ The single atoms each to other tend,/ Attract, attracte…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK-EY'D SUSAN: A BALLAD — Alexander Pope |
SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK-EY'D SUSAN: A BALLAD “William, who high upon the yard,/ Rock'd with the billow to and fro,/ Soon as her well-known voice he heard,/ He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below:/ The cord slides swiftly through h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | YOU KNOW WHERE YOU DID DESPISE — Alexander Pope |
YOU KNOW WHERE YOU DID DESPISE “You know where you did despise/ (Tother day) my little Eyes,/ Little Legs, and little Thighs,/ And some things, of little Size,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | EPISTLE II: TO A LADY — Alexander Pope |
EPISTLE II: TO A LADY “How many pictures of one Nymph we view,/ All how unlike each other, all how true!/ Arcadia's Countess, here, in ermin'd pride,/ Is, there, Pastora by a fountain side./ Here Fannia,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | SOLITUDE: AN ODE — Alexander Pope |
SOLITUDE: AN ODE “How happy he, who free from care/ The rage of courts, and noise of towns;/ Contented breaths his native air,/ In his own grounds.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | Windsor-Forest — Alexander Pope |
Windsor-Forest “Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,/ At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,/ Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!/ Unlock your springs, and open all your shades…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | IMITATIONS OF HORACE — Alexander Pope |
IMITATIONS OF HORACE “Subtitled: THE FIRST EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE: TO AUGUSTUS…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington — Alexander Pope |
Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington “Consult the genius of the place in all;/ That tells the waters or to rise, or fall;/ Or helps th' ambitious hill the heav'ns to scale,/ Or scoops in circling theatres the vale;/ Ca…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | THE DUNCIAD — Alexander Pope |
THE DUNCIAD “This would be the complete version.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | The Iliad of Homer — Translated by Alexander Pope |
The Iliad of Homer “Even Ajax and Achilles heard the sound,/ Whose ships, remote, the guarded navy bound,/ Thence the black fury through the Grecian throng/ With horror sounds the loud Orthian song:/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alexander Pope | An Essay on Criticism — Alexander Pope |
An Essay on Criticism “Of all the causes which conspire to blind/ Man's erring judgment and misguide the mind,/ What the weak head with strongest bias rules,/ Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools./ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | The Princess — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
The Princess “A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,/Of temper amorous, as the first of May,/With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,/For on my cradle shone the Northern star -- By Alf…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | Enoch Arden and Other Poems — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
Enoch Arden and Other Poems “Three children of three houses, Annie Lee,/The prettiest little damsel in the port,/And Philip Ray the miller's only son,/And Enoch Arden, a rough sailor's lad -- by Tennyson Made …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | The Idylls of the King — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
The Idylls of the King “And indeed He seems to me/ Scarce other than my king's ideal knight,/`Who reverenced his conscience as his king;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | ST. AGNES' EVE — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
ST. AGNES' EVE “As these white robes are soil'd and dark,/ To yonder shining ground;/ As this pale taper's earthly spark,/ To yonder argent round;/ So shows my soul before the Lamb,/ My spirit bef…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH “Theirs was a greatness/ Got from their Grandsires--/ Theirs that so often in/ Strife with their enemies/ Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ “All along the valley, stream that flashest white,/ Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,/ All along the valley, where thy waters flow,/ I walk'd with one I loved two…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | CLARIBEL: A MELODY — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
CLARIBEL: A MELODY “At eve the beetle boometh/ Athwart the thicket lone:/ At noon the wild bee hummeth/ About the moss'd headstone:/ At midnight the moon cometh,/ And looketh down alone.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | CROSSING THE BAR — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
CROSSING THE BAR “But such a tide as moving seems asleep,/ Too full for sound and foam,/ When that which drew from out the boundless deep/ Turns again home.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | THE EAGLE — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
THE EAGLE “He clasps the crag with crooked hands;/ Close to the sun in lonely lands,/ Ring'd with the azure world, he stands…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | HENDECASYLLABICS — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
HENDECASYLLABICS “O you chorus of indolent reviewers,/ Irresponsible, indolent reviewers,/ Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem/ All composed in a metre of Catullus,/ All in quantity, careful of my…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | THE HIGHER PANTHEISM — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
THE HIGHER PANTHEISM “The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-/ Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?/ Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which He seems?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | THE LADY OF SHALOTT (1832) — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
THE LADY OF SHALOTT (1832) “No time hath she to sport and play:/ A charmed web she weaves alway./ A curse is on her, if she stay/ Her weaving, either night or day,/ To look down to Camelot.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | LATE, LATE, SO LATE — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
LATE, LATE, SO LATE “No light had we: for that we do repent;/ And learning this, the bridegroom will relent./ Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | The Charge of the Light Brigade — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
The Charge of the Light Brigade “"Forward, the Light Brigade!"/ Was there a man dismay'd?/ Not tho' the soldier knew/ Someone had blunder'd:/ Their's not to make reply,/ Their's not to reason why,/ Their's but to …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | LOCKSLEY HALL — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
LOCKSLEY HALL “Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade,/ Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid./ Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | THE LOTOS-EATERS — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
THE LOTOS-EATERS “"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,/ "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."/ In the afternoon they came unto a land/ In which it seemed always afternoon./ A…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | THE LADY OF SHALOTT (1842) — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
THE LADY OF SHALOTT (1842) “Later (revised) edition of Tennyson's poem.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | Ulysses — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
Ulysses “Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'/ We are not now that strength which in old days/ Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--/ One equal temper of heroic hearts,/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | Lady Clare — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
Lady Clare “I trow they did not part in scorn:/ Lovers long betrothed were they;/ They two will wed the morrow morn;/ God's blessing on the day!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Alfred Lord Tennyson | The Last Tournament — Alfred Lord Tennyson |
The Last Tournament “Note: AUTHOR'S EDITION FROM ADVANCE SHEETS This poem forms one of the "Idyls of the King." Its place is between "Pelleas" and "Guinevere."…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | Men, Women and Ghosts — Amy Lowell |
Men, Women and Ghosts “Mr. Spruggins had been dining in the city,/Mr. Spruggins was none too steady in his gait,/And the wind played ball with Mr. Spruggins/And laughed as it whistled past him./It rolled…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | Sword Blades and Poppy Seed — Amy Lowell |
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed “A drifting, April, twilight sky,/A wind which blew the puddles dry,/And slapped the river into waves/That ran and hid among the staves/Of an old wharf. A watery light/Touched bleak…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass — Amy Lowell |
A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass “Far and lofty yet they glimmer,/Apples of Hesperides!/Blinded by their radiant shimmer,/Pushing forward just for these; Dew-besprinkled, bramble-marred,/Poor duped mortal, travel-s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | The Book of Stones and Lilies — Amy Lowell |
The Book of Stones and Lilies “And the words of the book/Were clothed in white,/With tiger colors/Making them bright.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | Quincunx — Amy Lowell |
Quincunx “But soon tiring of this,/She gave it into the hands of a skilful carver,/Who fashioned out of it an intaglio of great beauty;/This the lady set in a band of gold…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | Songs of the Pueblo Indians — Amy Lowell |
Songs of the Pueblo Indians “Send sunflowers!/With my turkey-bone whistle/I am calling the birds/To sing upon the sunflowers./For when the clouds hear them singing/They will come quickly,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | In a Time of Dearth — Amy Lowell |
In a Time of Dearth “If I could only see a herd of Arab horses/Galloping,/Their manes and tails pulled straight/By the speed of their going;/Their bodies sleek and round/Like bellying sails.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Amy Lowell | The Blue Scarf — Amy Lowell |
The Blue Scarf “PALE, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded/In smooth-running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark, knotted fringes, it lies there,/Warm from a woman's s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | EVENING — Ann Radcliffe |
EVENING “Still through the deep'ning gloom of bow'ry shades/ To Fancy's eye fantastic forms appear;/ Low whisp'ring echoes steal along the glades/ And thrill the ear with wildly-pleasing fe…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | MORNING. — Ann Radcliffe |
MORNING. “She comes in her Aetherial car,/ Involv'd in many a varying hue;/ And thro' the azure shoots afar,/ Spirit--light--and life anew!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | MORNING, ON THE SEA SHORE. — Ann Radcliffe |
MORNING, ON THE SEA SHORE. “What sprightly bands/ Have chac'd the waves uncheck'd by fear?/ Whoe'er they were they fled from morn,/ For now, all silent and forlorn,/ These tide-forsaken sands appear---/ Retur…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | NIGHT. — Ann Radcliffe |
NIGHT. “These paint with fleeting shapes the dream of sleep,/ These swell the waking soul with pleasing dread;/ These through the glooms in forms terrific sweep,/ And rouse the thrilling h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | SONG. — Ann Radcliffe |
SONG. “Quick the magic raptures steal/ O'er the fancy kindling brain,/ Warm the heart with social zeal,/ And song and laughter reign.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | SONG OF A SPIRIT. — Ann Radcliffe |
SONG OF A SPIRIT. “In the sightless air I dwell,/ On the sloping sun-beams play;/ Delve the cavern's inmost cell,/ Where never yet did day-light stray.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | STANZAS — Ann Radcliffe |
STANZAS “How sweet that strain of melancholy horn!/ That floats along the slowly ebbing wave;/ And up the far-receding mountains borne,/ Returns a dying close from Echo's cave!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | SUNSET. — Ann Radcliffe |
SUNSET. “Soft o'er the mountain's purple brow/ Meek Twilight draws her shadows grey:/ From tufted woods and vallies low,/ Light's magic colours steal away./ Yet still, amid the spreading gl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | SUPERSTITION. AN ODE. — Ann Radcliffe |
SUPERSTITION. AN ODE. “Around her throne, amid the mingling glooms,/ Wild--hideous forms are slowly seen to glide;/ She bids them fly to shade earth's brightest blooms,/ And spread the blast of Desolatio…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ann Radcliffe | TO THE NIGHTINGALE. — Ann Radcliffe |
TO THE NIGHTINGALE. “Again thy dulcet voice I hail!/ O! pour again the liquid note/ That dies upon the ev'ning gale!/ For Fancy loves the kindred tone;/ Her griefs the plaintive accents own./ She loves…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Carl Sandburg | Cornhuskers — Carl Sandburg |
Cornhuskers “I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.//The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,/the mother of the year, the ta…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Carl Sandburg | Chicago Poems — Carl Sandburg |
Chicago Poems “OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:/You took little children away from the sun and the dew,/And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,/And the …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Carl Sandburg | Smoke and Steel — Carl Sandburg |
Smoke and Steel “And in places/ Along the Appalachian chain,/ I saw steel arms handling coal and iron,/ And I saw the white-cauliflower faces/ Of miners' wives waiting for the men to come home/ fro…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Charlotte Perkins Gilman | Eternal Me — Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
Eternal Me “WHAT an exceeding rest 'twill be/When I can leave off being Me!/To think of it! -- at last be rid/Of all the things I ever did!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Charlotte Perkins Gilman | Nation — Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
Nation “Decrease our population, check our growth,/ Deprive us of our wealth, our liberty,/Lower the nation's conscience by a hair,/And you are less than that you were before!/You stand he…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Charlotte Perkins Gilman | Up and Down — Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
Up and Down “Feeling the joy and pain,/ The peace, the toil, the strain/ That is not spared to any;/ Feeling and working as one;/ So is our life begun --/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Djuna Barnes | THE BOOK OF REPULSIVE WOMEN — Djuna Barnes |
THE BOOK OF REPULSIVE WOMEN “AND now she walks on out turned feet/Beside the litter in the street/Or rolls beneath a dirty sheet/Within the town./She does not stir to doff her dress,/She does not kneel low to …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | A CERTAIN LADY — Dorothy Parker |
A CERTAIN LADY “And you are pleased with me, and strive anew/ To sing me sagas of your late delights./ Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,/ Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | EPITAPH FOR A DARLING LADY — Dorothy Parker |
EPITAPH FOR A DARLING LADY “All her hours were yellow sands,/ Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;/ Slipping warmly through her hands;/ Patted into little castles.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | BALLADE AT THIRTY-FIVE — Dorothy Parker |
BALLADE AT THIRTY-FIVE “Decked in garments of sable hue,/ Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,/ Wearing shower bouquets of rue,/ Walk I ever in penitence./ Oft I roam, as my heart repents,/ Through God's ac…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | FINIS — Dorothy Parker |
FINIS “Now it's over, and now it's done;/ Why does everything look the same?/ Just as bright, the unheeding sun, --/ Can't it see that the parting came?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | RESUME — Dorothy Parker |
RESUME “Razors pain you;/ Rivers are damp;/ Acids stain you;/ And drugs cause cramp.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | INTERVIEW — Dorothy Parker |
INTERVIEW “The ladies men admire, I've heard,/ Would shudder at a wicked word./ Their candle gives a single light;/ They'd rather stay at home at night.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | LOVE SONG — Dorothy Parker |
LOVE SONG “He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --/ Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him./ My own dear love, he is all my world, --/ And I wish I'd never met him./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | OBSERVATION — Dorothy Parker |
OBSERVATION “If I don't drive around the park,/ I'm pretty sure to make my mark./ If I'm in bed each night by ten,/ I may get back my looks again,/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | WAIL — Dorothy Parker |
WAIL “Love has gone a-rocketing./ That is not the worst;/ I could do without the thing,/ And not be the first.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | COMMENT — Dorothy Parker |
COMMENT “Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,/ A medley of extemporanea;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | ONE PERFECT ROSE — Dorothy Parker |
ONE PERFECT ROSE “A single flow'r he sent me, since we met./ All tenderly his messenger he chose;/ Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet --/ One perfect rose.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | RONDEAU REDOUBLE (AND SCARCELY WORTH THE TROUBLE, AT THAT) — Dorothy Parker |
RONDEAU REDOUBLE (AND SCARCELY WORTH THE TROUBLE, AT THAT) “My heart beats low in loneliness, despite/ That riotous Summer holds the earth in sway./ In cerements my spirit is bedight;/ The same to me are sombre days and gay.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Dorothy Parker | SONG IN A MINOR KEY — Dorothy Parker |
SONG IN A MINOR KEY “And at sunset there comes a lady fair/ Whose eyes are deep with yearning./ By an old, old gate does the lady wait/ Her own true love's returning./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edgar Lee Masters | The Blood of the Prophets — Edgar Lee Masters |
The Blood of the Prophets “'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor/That whined in a coign of the dark;/And the fiends were aroused from slumber,/When Cerberus began to bark.//"Methought that I spoke" said Jul…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edgar Lee Masters | Spoon River Anthology — Edgar Lee Masters |
Spoon River Anthology “HENRY got me with child,/Knowing that I could not bring forth life/Without losing my own./In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust./Traveler, it is believed in the villa…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edgar Lee Masters | Toward the Gulf — Edgar Lee Masters |
Toward the Gulf “And it happened then/ My mind was hard, as muscles of the back/ Grow hard resisting cold or shock or strain/ And need the osteopath to be made supple,/ To give the nerves and strea…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | A Grave — Edith Wharton |
A Grave “Tho to some shining festival of thought/ The sages call you from steep citadel/ Of bastioned argument, whose rampart gained/ Yields the pure vision passionately sought,/ In dreams …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | In Provence and Lyrical Epigrams — Edith Wharton |
In Provence and Lyrical Epigrams “Ah, how I pity the young dead who gave/ All that they were, and might become, that we/ With tired eyes should watch this perfect sea/ Re-weave its patterning of silver wave/ Round …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | Margaret of Cortona — Edith Wharton |
Margaret of Cortona “How I have toiled and prayed and scourged and striven,/ Mothered the orphan, waked beside the sick,/ Gone empty that mine enemy might eat,/ Given bread for stones in famine years, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verse — Edith Wharton |
Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verse “Ere the vast void with rushing worlds was scored --/ Because we know ourselves but the dim scud/ Tossed from their heedless keels, the sea-blown bud/ That wastes and scatters ere t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | Ogrin the Hermit — Edith Wharton |
Ogrin the Hermit “So spake Iseult; and thus her passion found/ Far-flying words, like birds against the sunset/ That look on lands we see not. Yet I know/ It was not any argument she found,/ But tha…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | Only a Child — Edith Wharton |
Only a Child “Poor little hands! And little heart/ That ached so long alone,/ With none to ease its secret smart/ And none to hear its moan;/ As he lay where they had cast him/ In the dark upon …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | The Great Blue Tent — Edith Wharton |
The Great Blue Tent “All they that beat at my crimson bars/ Shall enter without demur./ Though the round earth rock with the/ wind of wars,/ Not one of my folds shall stir./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | The Comrade — Edith Wharton |
The Comrade “Have caught me to such undreamed distances/ As the last planets see, when they look forth/ To the sentinel pacings of the outmost stars --/ Nor these alone,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | BOTTICELLI'S MADONNA IN THE LOUVRE — Edith Wharton |
BOTTICELLI'S MADONNA IN THE LOUVRE “WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, lies/ On thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,/ Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipse/ On Calvary, as if love made thee wise,/ And thou coul…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | EXPERIENCE — Edith Wharton |
EXPERIENCE “LIKE Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand/ Upon the desert verge of death, and say:/ "What shall avail the woes of yesterday/ To buy to-morrow's wisdom, in the land/ Whose curren…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | THE SONNET. — Edith Wharton |
THE SONNET. “PURE form, that like some chalice of old time/ Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought/ Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought/ With interwoven traceries of rhyme,/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | THE TOMB OF ILARIA GIUNIGI — Edith Wharton |
THE TOMB OF ILARIA GIUNIGI “ILARIA, thou that wert so fair and dear/ That death would fain disown thee, grief made wise/ With prophecy thy husband's widowed eyes/ And bade him call the master's art to rear/ T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edith Wharton | TWO BACKGROUNDS — Edith Wharton |
TWO BACKGROUNDS “Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steep/ No mortal foot hath bloodlessly essayed;/ Dreams and illusions beacon from its keep,/ But at the gate an Angel bares his blade;/ And t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edna St Vincent Millay | Second April — Edna St Vincent Millay |
Second April “There will be rose and rhododendron/ When you are dead and under ground;/Still will be heard from white syringas/ Heavy with bees, a sunny sound;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edna St Vincent Millay | Renascence and other poems — Edna St Vincent Millay |
Renascence and other poems “In two, and suffer for the rest of me./What is my life to me? And what am I To life,/-- a ship whose star has guttered out?/A Fear that in the deep night starts awake/Perpetually, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edna St Vincent Millay | A Few Figs from Thistles; Poems and Sonnets — Edna St Vincent Millay |
A Few Figs from Thistles; Poems and Sonnets “What should I be but a prophet and a liar,/Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?/Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,/What should I be but the fiend's …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edna St Vincent Millay | The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver — Edna St Vincent Millay |
The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver “"It's lucky for me, lad,/Your daddy's in the ground,/And can't see the way I let/His son go around!"/And she made a queer sound.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edna St Vincent Millay | Aria da Capo — Edna St. Vincent Millay |
Aria da Capo “PIERROT: My only love, you are/ So fundamental! . . . How would you like to be/ An actress, Columbine?--I am become/ Your manager./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edwin Arlington Robinson | The Three Taverns — Edwin Arlington Robinson |
The Three Taverns “And if she thought it followed her,/She may have reasoned in the dark/That one way of the few there were/Would hide her and would leave no mark:/Black water, smooth above the weir/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edwin Arlington Robinson | The Children of the Night — Edwin Arlington Robinson |
The Children of the Night “Whenever Richard Cory went down town,/We people on the pavement looked at him:/He was a gentleman from sole to crown,/Clean favored, and imperially slim./And he was always quietly …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edwin Arlington Robinson | The Man against the Sky — Edwin Arlington Robinson |
The Man against the Sky “"Tell me what you're doing over here, John Gorham,/Sighing hard and seeming to be sorry when you're not;/Make me laugh or let me go now, for long faces in the moonlight/Are a sign …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edwin Arlington Robinson | Modred, a fragment — EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
Modred, a fragment “Time and the dark/ Had come, but not alone. The southern gate/ That had been open wide for Lancelot/ Made now an entrance for three other men,/ Who strode along the gravel or the g…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Edwin Arlington Robinson | The Town Down the River — Edwin Arlington Robinson |
The Town Down the River “When Rome went ravening to see/ The sons of mothers end their days,/ When Flaccus bade Leuconoë/ To banish her Chaldean ways,/ When first the pearled, alembic phrase /…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elia Peattie | Lanier in the Valley — Elia Peattie |
Lanier in the Valley “The flute he loved to play lay idle by him,/But for his comforting the hermit thrush/Flung once his liquid song upon the silence/And left to stars and night the perfumed hush.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elia Peattie | Love's Delay — Elia Peattie |
Love's Delay “I would postpone the sweets of your first kiss,/And let you, too, feed on expectancy./ You write you love me. Ay, and I love you!/I love you with a love as delicate/ As moon-gold o…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elia Peattie | On a Blank Leaf in 'The Marble Faun' — Elia Peattie |
On a Blank Leaf in 'The Marble Faun' “Oh, learn no wisdom, for that may bring grief;/And love no woman, for 't will sure bring pain;/Be Donatello still!/Believe me, friend, this learning is a thief,/And where it thrive…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elia Peattie | Star I' The Darkest Night — Elia Peattie |
Star I' The Darkest Night “IF some sweet lady were to die in youth/And with her take a heaven of joy and truth,/Might not the Master dear of life and death,/Repenting of the act that quenched her breath,/Emp…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elia Peattie | Trinity — Elia Peattie |
Trinity “Ah, Love, ah, Love, let us not call him ours!/Let us confess he cannot wonder more At the amazing world than we at him./-- How can we voice our awe-in-gratitude --/Our poignant hea…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Aurora Leigh — Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
Aurora Leigh “THEY met still sooner. 'Twas a year from thence/When Lucy Gresham, the sick semptress girl,/Who sewed by Marian's chair so still and quick,/And leant her head upon the back to coug…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | POEMS OF 1844: SONNETS — Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
POEMS OF 1844: SONNETS “LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost/And ruffled without cause, complaining on--/Restless with rest, until, being overthrown,/It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost/Or a small was…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT. “And yet He has made dark things/To be glad and merry as light./There's a little dark bird sits and sings;/There's a dark stream ripples out of sight;/And the dark frogs chant in th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Sonnets from the Portuguese — Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
Sonnets from the Portuguese “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./I love thee to the depth and breadth and height/My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight/For the ends of Being and ideal Grace./I lov…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Progress — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Progress “His art was loving; Eres set his sign/Upon that youthful forehead, and he drew/The hearts of women, as the sun draws dew./Love feeds love's thirst as wine feeds love of wine;/Nor i…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Cheer — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Cheer “Though with gods the world is cumbered,/ Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered,/Never god was known to be Who had not his devotee./So I dedicate to mine,/Here in verse, my temple-shrin…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | New Thought Pastels — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
New Thought Pastels “And if pretension for a time deceive,/And prove me one too ready to believe,/Far less my shame, than if by stubborn act,/I brand as lie, some great colossal Fact./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Yesterdays — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Yesterdays “In the dark and the gloom when winds were fretting/ Like restless children worn out with play,/ I said to my heart, 'This task, forgetting--/ Is harder now than it is by day./ For …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Experience — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Experience “Death! I know not what room you are abiding in,/ But I will go my way,/ Rejoicing day by day,/ Nor will I flee or stay/ For fear I tread the path you may be hiding in./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Purpose — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Purpose “I saw the unloved and unhappy old, waiting for slow delinquent death to come;/ Pale little children toiling for the rich, in rooms where sunlight is ashamed to go;/ The awful almsh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Sentiment — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Sentiment “I want more lives in which to love/ This world so full of beauty,/ I want more days to use the ways/ I know of doing duty;/ I ask no greater joy than this/ (So much I am life's lov…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Hello, Boys! — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Hello, Boys! “Lie down, and let the billows hide your shame,/ Oh, shorn and naked outcast of the seas!/ You who confided to each ocean breeze/ Your coming conquests, and made loud acclaim/ Of yo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Power — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Power “The Queen is taking a drive to-day,/ They have hung with purple the carriage-way,/ They have dressed with purple the royal track/ Where the Queen goes forth and never comes back.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Poems of Optimism — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Poems of Optimism “Said the Kaiser's god to the god of the Czar:/ 'Hark, hark, how my people pray./ Their faith, methinks, is greater by far/ Than all the faiths of the others are;/ They know I will …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox | An Ambitious Man — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
An Ambitious Man “"You judge others by your own true heart," he said. "But I know the world as it is. Yes, the members of my church would forgive Miss Adams for her sin--and cut her dead. They would…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Emily Dickinson | Poems of Emily Dickinson, Series Three — Emily Dickinson |
Poems of Emily Dickinson, Series Three “Third installment of a major collection of her work. Ever notice how she and Plath were both into bees?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Emily Dickinson | Poems by Emily Dickinson, Second Series — Emily Dickinson |
Poems by Emily Dickinson, Second Series “I'm nobody! Who are you?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Emily Dickinson | Poems by Emily Dickinson, First Series — Emily Dickinson |
Poems by Emily Dickinson, First Series “These three works are by no means a complete set of Dickinson poetry (they're still pulling more out from her cards and letters.) But hey, it's public domain, so what can you do?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Emily Dickinson | Morning — Emily Dickinson |
Morning “Has it feet like water-lilies?/Has it feathers like a bird?/Is it brought from famous countries/Of which I have never heard?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Emily Dickinson | The Sleeping Flowers — Emily Dickinson |
The Sleeping Flowers “Meanwhile, at many cradles,/She rocked and gently smiled,/Humming the quaintest lullaby/That ever soothed a child.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | ANCIENT MUSIC — Ezra Pound |
ANCIENT MUSIC “Winter is icumen in,/ Lhude sing Goddamm,/ Raineth drop and staineth slop,/ And how the wind doth ramm!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | THE GARDEN — Ezra Pound |
THE GARDEN “Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall/ She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,/ And she is dying piece-meal/ of a sort of emotional anemia.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | ENVOI — Ezra Pound |
ENVOI “Go, dumb-born book,/ Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:/ Hadst thou but song/ As thou hast subjects known,/ Then were there cause in thee that should condone/ Even my f…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS — Ezra Pound |
FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS “But you, newest song of the lot,/ You are not old enough to have done much mischief./ I will get you a green coat out of China/ With dragons worked upon it./ I will get you the sca…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | THE LAKE ISLE — Ezra Pound |
THE LAKE ISLE “O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,/ Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,/ With the little bright boxes/ piled up neatly upon the shelves/ And the l…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD — Ezra Pound |
LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD “By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,/ Lonely from the beginning of time until now!/ Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn./ I climb the towers and towers to watc…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | MEDITATIO — Ezra Pound |
MEDITATIO “When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs,/ I am compelled to admit/ That man is the superior animal.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME — Ezra Pound |
PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME “Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,/ London has swept about you this score years/ And bright ships left you this or that in fee:/ Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,/ St…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | A PACT — Ezra Pound |
A PACT “I make truce with you, Walt Whitman --/ I have detested you long enough./ I come to you as a grown child/ Who has had a pig-headed father;/ I am old enough now to make friends.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER — Ezra Pound |
THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER “While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead/ I played about the front gate, pulling flowers/ You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,/ You walked about my seat, pla…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | THE SEAFARER — Ezra Pound |
THE SEAFARER “Chill its chains are; chafing sighs/ Hew my heart round and hunger begot/ Mere-weary mood. Lest man know not/ That he on dry land loveliest liveth,/ List how I, care-wretched, on i…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | H. S. Mauberley (Life and Contacts) — Ezra Pound |
H. S. Mauberley (Life and Contacts) “The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years,/ Showed only when the daylight fell/ Level across the face/ Of Brennbaum "The Impeccable".…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Ezra Pound | Ezra Pound: His Metric and Poetry — T.S. Eliot |
Ezra Pound: His Metric and Poetry “As the chief poems in "A Lume Spento" were afterwards incorporated in "Personae," the book demands mention only as a date in the author's history. "Personae," the first book publis…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| F Scott Fitzgerald | Marching Streets — F Scott Fitzgerald |
Marching Streets “Ears full of throbbing, a babe awakens startled,/ Sends a tiny whimper to the still gaunt room./ Arms of the mother tighten round it gently,/ Deaf to the patter in the far-flung gl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| F Scott Fitzgerald | Princeton — The Last Day |
Princeton “No more to wait the twilight of the moon/ In this sequestrated vale of star and spire;/ For one, eternal morning of desire/ Passes to time and earthy afternoon./ Here, Heracletus, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| F Scott Fitzgerald | The Staying Up All Night — F Scott Fitzgerald |
The Staying Up All Night “The second best looking girl goes to bed./ The weather-beaten ones who don't./ The stroke of four./ The dozing off./ The amateur "life of the party."/ The burglar scare./ The scorn…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| George Meredith | Poems by George Meredith, Volume 1 — George Meredith |
Poems by George Meredith, Volume 1 “Like to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration,/ Serenely majestic in utterance, lofty and calm,/ Interprets to mortals with melody great as its burthen/ The mystical harm…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| George Meredith | Poems, by George Meredith, Volume 3 — George Meredith |
Poems, by George Meredith, Volume 3 “Ask, is Love divine,/ Voices all are, ay./ Question for the sign,/ There's a common sigh./ Would we, through our years,/ Love forego,/ Quit of scars and tears?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| George Meredith | Poems by George Meredith, Volume 2 — George Meredith |
Poems by George Meredith, Volume 2 “Assured of worthiness we do not dread/ Competitors; we rather give them hail/ And greeting in the lists where we may fail:/ Must, if we bear an aim beyond the head!/ My betters are…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| George Meredith | A Reading of Life and Other Poems — George Meredith |
A Reading of Life and Other Poems “Between the fountain and the rill/ I passed, and saw the mighty will/ To leap at sky; the careless run,/ As earth would lead her little son./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Gilbert and Sullivan | The Bab Ballads — Gilbert and Sullivan |
The Bab Ballads “Mine are horrible, social ghosts,--/ Speeches and women and guests and hosts,/ Weddings and morning calls and toasts,/ In every bad variety:/ Ghosts who hover about the grave/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Gilbert and Sullivan | More Bab Ballads — Gilbert and Sullivan |
More Bab Ballads “He saw his ANNIE tremble and he saw his ANNIE start,/ Her changing colour trumpeted the flutter at her heart;/ Young GILBERT'S manly bosom rose and sank with jealous fear,/ And he …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Gilbert and Sullivan | 50 Bab Ballads — Gilbert and Sullivan |
50 Bab Ballads “List to me, while I tell/ The pleasures of that cell,/ Oh, little maid!/ What though its couch be rude,/ Homely the only food/ Within its shade?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Gilbert and Sullivan | Songs of a Savoyard — Gilbert and Sullivan |
Songs of a Savoyard “If you want a receipt for that popular mystery,/ Known to the world as a Heavy Dragoon,/ Take all the remarkable people in history,/ Rattle them off to a popular tune!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| H D | Sea Garden — H D |
Sea Garden “The world is yet unspoiled for you,/you wait, expectant--/you are like the children/who haunt your own steps for chance bits--a comb/that may have slipped,/a gold tassle, unravelle…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| H D | Hymen — H D |
Hymen “It was easy enough/to bend them to my wish,/it was easy enough/to alter them with a touch,/but you/adrift on the great sea,/how shall I call you back?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| H D | The Islands — H D |
The Islands “But beauty is set apart,/beauty is cast by the sea,/a barren rock,/ beauty is set about/with wrecks of ships,/upon our coast, death keeps…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| H D | Three Poems — H D |
Three Poems “Think, O my soul,/of the red sand of Crete;/think of the earth, the heat/burnt fissure like the great backs of the temple serpents;/think of the world you knew; as the tide crept, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Home Book of Verse | The Home Book of Verse, V1 — Home Book of Verse |
The Home Book of Verse, V1 “Covering poems of youth and age.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Home Book of Verse | The Home Book of Verse V2 — Home Book of Verse |
The Home Book of Verse V2 “Covering poems of love. And the sexes.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Home Book of Verse | The Home Book of Verse, V4 — Home Book of Verse |
The Home Book of Verse, V4 “Never mind how the pedagogue proses,/ You want not antiquity's stamp;/ The lip, that such fragrance discloses,/ Oh! never should smell of the lamp.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving — Horatio Alger Jr |
Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving “For the boys may hold high revel, and the girls must have their way;/That's the law at Gran'ther Baldwin's upon each Thanksgiving Day./But the dinner-ah! the dinner-words are feebl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | John Maynard: A Ballad of Lake Erie — Horatio Alger Jr |
John Maynard: A Ballad of Lake Erie “No terror pales the helmsman's cheeks,/Or clouds his dauntless eye,/As, in a sailor's measured tone/His voice responds "Ay! Ay!"/Three hundred souls, the steamer's freight,/Crowd f…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | St. Nicholas — Horatio Alger Jr |
St. Nicholas “In the court the reindeer wait;/Filled the sledge with costly freight./As the first faint shadow falls,/Promptly from his icy halls/Steps St. Nick, and grasps the rein:/Straight hi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | Voices of the Past — Horatio Alger Jr |
Voices of the Past “Where is thy power, imperial Rome, --/The power which thou wert wont to boast,/When through thy street in triumph marched/Thy generals win an armed host?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | A Welcome to May — Horatio Alger Jr |
A Welcome to May “Now tearful April taketh leave,/And from her fertilizing showers/Spring into birth sweet May flowers,/That we may floral chaplets weave --…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | Nothing to do: a tilt at our best society — Horatio Alger Jr |
Nothing to do: a tilt at our best society “Which, bought cheap at auction, and set in new frames,/And dubbed with high-sounding and fanciful names,/At peace after many of Fortune's mutations,/ Look impressively down on thei…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Horatio Alger Jr | Nothing to Eat — Horatio Alger Jr |
Nothing to Eat “The point I advance, if it need confirmation,/ I'll prove by a witness that few will dispute,/ A pink of perfection and truth in the naion/ Where fashion and folly are all of a sui…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Joconde — Jean de La Fontaine |
Joconde “THIS perfidy Joconde so much dismay'd;/ His spirits droop'd, his lilies 'gan to fade;/ No more he look'd the charmer he had been;/ And when the court's gay dames his face had seen;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | THE CUDGELLED AND CONTENTED CUCKOLD — Jean de La Fontaine |
THE CUDGELLED AND CONTENTED CUCKOLD “INDEED so fickle proved this giddy youth,/ That nothing long would please his heart or tooth;/ Howe'er he earnestly inquired her name,/ And ev'ry other circumstance the same./ She'…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Muleteer and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Muleteer and Other “WHEN round the dorture he began to creep,/ The troop appeared as if dissolved in sleep,/ And so they truly were, save our gallant,/ Whose terrors made him tremble, sigh, and pant:/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Old Man's Calendar and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
Old Man's Calendar and Other “HIS wife howe'er engaged his constant cares;/ He counted e'en the number of her hairs;/ And kept a hag who followed every hour,/ Where'er she went, each motion to devour;/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Princess Bethrothed to the Kind of Garba — Jean de La Fontaine |
Princess Bethrothed to the Kind of Garba “TO move, Alaciel readily agreed;/ Again our couple ventured to proceed;/ The casket safe in tow; the weather hot;/ From rock to rock with care our swimmer got;/ The princess, anxio…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Magick Cup — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Magick Cup “AT cards, should adverse fortune you pursue;/ To take revenge is ever thought your due;/ And your opponent often will revoke,/ That you for better luck may have a cloak:/ If you've…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Falcon and The Little Dog — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Falcon and The Little Dog “ENAMOURED of the belle, his lands he sold;/ The family estates were turned to gold;/ And many who the purchases had made,/ With pelf accumulated by their trade,/ Assumed the airs o…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Ephesian Matron and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Ephesian Matron and Other “ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;/ The master was himself quite full of life,/ And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,/ With which the husband discontented grew,/ And havi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Belphegor and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
Belphegor and Other “HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind!/ His promises are naught, too oft we find;/ I vowed (I hope in tolerable verse,)/ Again no idle story to rehearse./ And whence this promis…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Imitation of Anacreon and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
Imitation of Anacreon and Other “IT happened, one of them so nicely played,/ The fav'rite lass produced a little maid,/ Which both extolled, and each his own believed,/ Though doubtless one or t'other was deceived…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Friar Philip's Geese and Minutolo — Jean de La Fontaine |
Friar Philip's Geese and Minutolo “HAD Fate decreed our YOUTH, at early morn,/ To view the angel features you adorn,/ The captivating pow'rs AURORA bless,/ Or airy SPRING bedecked in beauteous dress,/ And all the az…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Catalonia and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
Catalonia and Other “PINUCIO and a friend, one stormy night,/ The landlord's reached and would in haste alight;/ They asked for beds, but were too late they found:/ You know, sir, cried the host, we do…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | St. Julian's Prayer — Jean de La Fontaine |
St. Julian's Prayer “BESIDE a wood, as on the party moved,/ The one, who betting had so much approved,/ Now changed his tone, and in a surly way,/ Exclaimed:--Alight--you'll find it time to pray;/ Let …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Hermit and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Hermit and Other “OUR anchorite, in begging through the place;/ This girl beheld,--but not with eyes of grace./ Said he, she'll do, and, if thou manag'st right,/ Lucius, at times, with her to pass t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Mandrake and The Rhemese — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Mandrake and The Rhemese “WHENE'ER the painter had in hand a fair,/ He'd jest his wife, and laugh with easy air;/ But Hymen's rights proceeding as they ought,/ With jealous fears her breast was never fraugh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Amorous Courtesan and Nicaise — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Amorous Courtesan and Nicaise “DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,/ In ev'ry age works miracles a store;/ Can Catos change to male coquets at ease;/ And fools make oracles whene'er he please;/ Turn wolves t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Progress of Wit and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Progress of Wit and Other “O JESUS! quite abashed the Abbess cried;/ What is it?--fy!--a man would you provide?/ Yes, they rejoined, 'tis clearly what you want,/ And you will die without a brisk gallant;/ On…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Feronde and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
Feronde and Other “THE time arrived again to house the store;/ The labourer collected as before;/ Leaves solely to his lordship were assigned,/ Who sought for those a ready sale to find,/ But through…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | King Candaules and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
King Candaules and Other “THE, student answered, I am new at Rome,/ And, save the belles who sell their beauteous bloom,/ I can't perceive, gallants much business find,/ Each house, like monasteries, is des…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | Neighbor Peter's Mare and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
Neighbor Peter's Mare and Other “Said he, so soon you should not silence keep,/ It is not right:--there's something to be done,/ Ere we suspend the converse we've begun:/ 'Tis proper that, to please the pow'rs div…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Spectacles and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Spectacles and Other “THOUGH she had nearly fallen on the floor,/ In thus attempting secrets to explore,/ No jest she thought the accident, 'twas plain,/ But would with force the discipline maintain./ A…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Picture and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Picture and Other “HER husband then away, and she alone,/ This neighbour came, and in a whining tone,/ To her observed, when compliments were o'er:--/ I'm all astonishment, and you deplore,/ To find …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The River Scamander and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The River Scamander and Other “THE young Aminta was Gerontes' wife,/ With whom she lived, it seems, a wretched life./ Far better she deserved than what she had,/ For he was jealous, and his temper bad:/ An aged …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Quid Pro Quo and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Quid Pro Quo and Other “THE lady had a maid, whose form and size,/ Height, easy manners, action, lips, and eyes,/ Were thought to be so very like her own,/ That one from t'other scarcely could be known;/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Nightingale and Other — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Nightingale and Other “At fourteen years our Kitty's charms/ Were all that could be wished--plump arms,/ A swelling bosom; on her cheeks/ Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks,/ A sparkling eye--all these, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jean de La Fontaine | The Fables of La Fontaine — Jean de La Fontaine |
The Fables of La Fontaine “Translated From The French By Elizur Wright. A New Edition, With Notes By J. W. M. Gibbs.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | Absalom and Achitophel — John Dryden |
Absalom and Achitophel “Not so the rest; for several Mothers bore/ To Godlike David, several Sons before./ But since like slaves his bed they did ascend,/ No True Succession could their seed attend./ Of a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | ALEXANDER'S FEAST — John Dryden |
ALEXANDER'S FEAST “The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung,/ Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:/ The jolly god in triumph comes;/ Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;/ Flush'd with a purp…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | ASK NOT THE CAUSE WHY SULLEN SPRING — John Dryden |
ASK NOT THE CAUSE WHY SULLEN SPRING “Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;/ She cast not back a pitying eye:/ But left her lover in despair,/ To sigh, to languish, and to die:/ Ah, how can those fair eyes endure/ To give t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | CALM WAS THE EVEN, AND CLEAR WAS THE SKY — John Dryden |
CALM WAS THE EVEN, AND CLEAR WAS THE SKY “He blush'd to himself, and lay still for a while,/ And his modesty curb'd his desire;/ But straight I convinc'd all his fear with a smile,/ Which added new flames to his fire./ O S…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | BY A DISMAL CYPRESS LYING: A SONG FROM THE ITALIAN — John Dryden |
BY A DISMAL CYPRESS LYING: A SONG FROM THE ITALIAN “By a dismal cypress lying,/ Damon cried, all pale and dying,/ Kind is death that ends my pain,/ But cruel she I lov'd in vain./ The mossy fountains/ Murmur my trouble,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | FAIR IRIS I LOVE AND HOURLY I DIE — John Dryden |
FAIR IRIS I LOVE AND HOURLY I DIE “Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,/ But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:/ She's fickle and false, and there I agree;/ For I am as false and as fickle as she:/ We neither believ…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor! — John Dryden |
Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor! “"T is easy to deceive us,/ In pity of your pain;/ But when we love, you leave us/ To rail at you in vain./ Before we have descried it,/ There is no bliss beside it;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | WHY SHOULD A FOOLISH MARRIAGE VOW — John Dryden |
WHY SHOULD A FOOLISH MARRIAGE VOW “Why should a foolish marriage vow,/ Which long ago was made,/ Oblige us to each other now/ When passion is decay'd?/ We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could,/ Till our love was…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | YOUR HAY IT IS MOW'D, AND YOUR CORN IS REAPED — John Dryden |
YOUR HAY IT IS MOW'D, AND YOUR CORN IS REAPED “Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;/ Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:/ Come, my boys, come;/ Come, my boys, come;/ And merrily roar out Harvest Home.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell — John Dryden |
An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell “And all the way He taught, and all the way they Sung./ Ye Brethren of the Lyre, and tuneful Voice,/ Lament his Lot: but at your own rejoice./ Now live secure and linger out your da…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | THE SECULAR MASQUE — John Dryden |
THE SECULAR MASQUE “Then our age was in its prime,/ Free from rage, and free from crime,/ A very merry, dancing, drinking,/ Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY — John Dryden |
A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY “But oh! what art can teach/ What human voice can reach/ The sacred organ's praise?/ Notes inspiring holy love,/ Notes that wing their Heav'nly ways/ To mend the choirs above.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | The Medal: A Satire Against Sedition — John Dryden |
The Medal: A Satire Against Sedition “One side is filled with title and with face;/ And, lest the king should want a regal place,/ On the reverse a tower the town surveys,/ O'er which our mounting sun his beams display…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | To Anne Killigrew — John Dryden |
To Anne Killigrew “If by traduction came thy mind,/ Our wonder is the less to find/ A soul so charming from a stock so good;/ Thy father was transfus'd into thy blood:/ So wert thou born into the tun…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | To William Congreve — John Dryden |
To William Congreve “Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;/ The present age of wit obscures the past:/ Strong were our sires; and as they fought they writ,/ Conqu'ring with force of arms, and d…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM — John Dryden |
TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM “Farewell, too little and too lately known,/ Whom I began to think and call my own;/ For sure our souls were near ally'd; and thine/ Cast in the same poetic mould with mine./ One co…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | VENI, CREATOR SPIRITUS — John Dryden |
VENI, CREATOR SPIRITUS “Plenteous of grace, descend from high,/ Rich in thy sev'n-fold energy!/ Thou strength of his Almighty Hand,/ Whose pow'r does heav'n and earth command:/ Proceeding Spirit, our Defe…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | YOU CHARM'D ME NOT WITH THAT FAIR FACE — John Dryden |
YOU CHARM'D ME NOT WITH THAT FAIR FACE “First mad with hope we undertake/ To pull up every bar;/ But once possess'd, we faintly make/ A dull defensive war.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | Discourses on Satire and Epic Poetry — John Dryden |
Discourses on Satire and Epic Poetry “An heroic poem (truly such) is undoubtedly the greatest work which the soul of man is capable to perform. The design of it is to form the mind to heroic virtue by example; it is co…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Dryden | Palamon and Arcite — John Dryden |
Palamon and Arcite “While Arcite lives in bliss, the story turns/ Where hopeless Palamon in prison mourns./ For six long years immured, the captive knight/ Had dragged his chains, and scarcely seen th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Gay | AN ELEGY ON A LAP-DOG — John Gay |
AN ELEGY ON A LAP-DOG “Cease, Celia, cease; restrain thy flowing tears,/ Some warmer passion will dispel thy cares./ In man you'll find a more substantial bliss,/ More grateful toying, and a sweeter kiss…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Neihardt | To a Cat — John Neihardt |
To a Cat “Perhaps through sentient chains of linked ages/ Your soul has fled, yet, like a haunting dream,/ Can recollect the prayers of swarthy sages,/ Can hear the wash of Nilus' mystic str…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| John Neihardt | The Stranger at the Gate — John G. Neihardt |
The Stranger at the Gate “Hasten with the woven music, make the Summer lyrical,/ Sweet as with the odors of a southeast rain!/ Set the corn a-chatter o'er the glad, impending miracle!/ A little Stranger whi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | Baucis And Philemon — Jonathan Swift |
Baucis And Philemon “He sees, yet hardly can believe,/ About each arm a pudding sleeve;/ His waistcoat to a cassock grew,/ And both assumed a sable hue;/ But being old, continued just/ As thread-bare, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | The Beasts' Confession — Jonathan Swift |
The Beasts' Confession “The cringing knave, who seeks a place/ Without success, thus tells his case:/ Why should he longer mince the matter?/ He failed because he could not flatter:/ He had not learned to…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | Cadenus And Vanessa — Jonathan Swift |
Cadenus And Vanessa “Wisdom's above suspecting wiles;/ The queen of learning gravely smiles,/ Down from Olympus comes with joy,/ Mistakes Vanessa for a boy;/ Then sows within her tender mind/ Seeds lon…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | Mrs Frances Harris's Petition — Jonathan Swift |
Mrs Frances Harris's Petition “So when I went to put up my purse, as God would have it, my smock was unripped,/And instead of putting it into my pocket, down it slipped;/ Then the bell rung, and I went down to p…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | The Logicians Refuted — Jonathan Swift |
The Logicians Refuted “That man and all his ways are vain;/And that this boasted lord of nature/ Is both a weak and erring creature./ That instinct is a surer guide/ Than reason-boasting mortals pride;/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | A Maypole — Jonathan Swift |
A Maypole “And though no marriage words are spoke,/They part not till the ring is broke;/Yet hypocrite fanatics cry,/ I'm but an idol raised on high;/And once a weaver in our town,/A damned C…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | Oysters — Jonathan Swift |
Oysters “Charming oysters I cry:/ My masters, come buy,/ So plump and so fresh,/ So sweet is their flesh,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | The Place of the Damned — Jonathan Swift |
The Place of the Damned “Damned poets, damned critics, damned blockheads, damned knaves,/ Damned senators bribed, damned prostitute slaves;/ Damned lawyers and judges, damned lords and damned squires;/ Dam…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | The Puppet Show — Jonathan Swift |
The Puppet Show “This fleeting scene is but a stage,/Where various images appear,/In different parts of youth and age/Alike the prince and peasant share.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | The Sick Lion and the Ass — Jonathan Swift |
The Sick Lion and the Ass “At length a base inglorious ass,/Who saw so many insults pass,/Came up and kicked him in the side:/'Twas this that raised the lion's pride./He roused, and thus he spoke at length,/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | Stella's Birthday — Jonathan Swift |
Stella's Birthday “And when I brag of aid divine,/Think Eusden's right as good as mine./ Nor do I ask for Stella's sake;/ 'Tis my own credit lies at stake./ And Stella will be sung, while I/ Can only…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | To Stella, Visiting Me In My Sickness — Jonathan Swift |
To Stella, Visiting Me In My Sickness “Let Stella's fair example preach/A lesson she alone can teach./In points of honour to be tried,/All passions must be laid aside;/Ask no advice, but think alone,/Suppose the questio…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift — Jonathan Swift |
Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift “That I had some repute for prose;/And till they drove me out of date/Could maul a minister of state./If they have mortified my pride,/And made me throw my pen aside;/ If with such …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | ADVICE TO THE GRUB STREET VERSE-WRITERS — Jonathan Swift |
ADVICE TO THE GRUB STREET VERSE-WRITERS “Get all your verses printed fair,/ Then let them well be dried;/ And Curll must have a special care/ To leave the margin wide.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING — Jonathan Swift |
A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING “The youth with broomy stumps began to trace The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place. The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep; Till drown'd in shriller notes of "chi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | TO QUILCA — Jonathan Swift |
TO QUILCA “Let me thy Properties explain,/ A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;/ Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak;/ Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke:/ Here Elements have lost their Vs…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Jonathan Swift | A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL — Jonathan Swift |
A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL “Well, since he's gone, no matter how,/ The last loud trump must wake him now;/ And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,/ He'd wish to sleep a little longer./ And could he be ind…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Joyce Kilmer | Main Street and Other Poems — Joyce Kilmer |
Main Street and Other Poems “I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,/But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be/When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of sno…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Joyce Kilmer | Trees and Other Poems — Joyce Kilmer |
Trees and Other Poems “I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree.//A tree whose hungry mouth is prest/Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Kahlil Gibran | The Forerunner — Kahlil Gibran |
The Forerunner “"My mate shall come riding on the waves. His thundering roar shall fill the earth with fear, and the flames/of his nostrils shall set the sky afire. At the eclipse of the moon we s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Kahlil Gibran | The Madman — Kahlil Gibran |
The Madman “And the mother spoke, and she said: "At last, at last, my enemy! You by whom my youth was destroyed --/who have built up your life upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!"…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | Blue-eyed Grass — Mary Austin |
Blue-eyed Grass “Blue-eyed grass in the meadow,/A linnet's nest near by,/Blackbirds caroling clearly/Somewhere between earth and sky;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | Hunting Weather — Mary Austin |
Hunting Weather “WHEN misty, misty mornings come,/When wild geese low are flying,/And down along the reedy marsh/The mallard drakes are crying;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | Medicine Song: To Be Sung in Time of Evil Fortune — Mary Austin |
Medicine Song: To Be Sung in Time of Evil Fortune “Overshadowed by evil adventures;/Meanness, betrayal, and spite/Flock under heaven/To make me aware/ Of sickness and death within me.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | Medicine Songs — Mary Austin |
Medicine Songs “Return, O Dreams of my heart,/ And sing in the Summer twilight,/By the creek and the almond thicket/And the field that is bordered with lupins!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | A Pipe Of Oaten Straw — Mary Austin |
A Pipe Of Oaten Straw “Perchance he heard Pan pipe the reeds among,/Or his blown breath along the fluted pines,/Or lilting choruses by gleaners sung/Wine-red and merry in the Tuscan vines,/ Or Satyr's ly…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | The Song of the Friend — Mary Austin |
The Song of the Friend “THIS is the song of the Friend,/Made by the Medicine Man/In the young dusk of the spring,/Moonless and tender,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | The Deer-star (A Paiute Legend) — Mary Austin |
The Deer-star (A Paiute Legend) “HEAR now a tale of the deer-star,/Tale of the days agone,/ When a youth rose up for the hunting/ In the bluish light of dawn --/ Rose up for the red deer hunting,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | The Gods of the Saxon — Mary Austin |
The Gods of the Saxon “"By the bitter lust of empire, by the fret of boasts withstood, / By the itch of prideful peoples that must make their boastings good, / In the fern damp, by the veldt-side, we hav…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | Indian Songs — Mary Austin |
Indian Songs “When my songs are glowing/ As an almond thicket/ With the bloom upon it,/ Lies my heart in ambush/ All amid my singing;/ Come not near my songs,/ You who are not my lover!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | Inyo — Mary Austin |
Inyo “Foamless and swift thy winding waters follow/ To find, unbosomed to the wind-swept skies,/ The great lake lapping in a tideless hollow,/ Wanton to each day's changes as they rise, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Mary Austin | The Song of the Hills — Mary Austin |
The Song of the Hills “Subtitled: Being the Song of a Man and a Woman Who Might Have Loved…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 1. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 1. “EARLIER POEMS (1830-1836).…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 2. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 2. “Additional Poems (1837-1848)…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 3. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 3. “Medical Poems…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 4. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 4. “SONGS IN MANY KEYS 1849-1861…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 5. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 5. “Poems of the Class of '29 (1851-1889)…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 6. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 6. “Poems From The Breakfast Table Series…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 7. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 7. “Songs of Many Seasons (1862-1874)…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 8. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 8. “Bunker Hill and Other Poems…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 9. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 9. “The Iron Gate and Other Poems…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 10. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 10. “Before the Curfew…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 11. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 11. “Poems from The Teacups Series…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes | The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 12. — Oliver Wendell Holmes |
The Poetical Works of O. W. Holmes, Volume 12. “Verses from the Oldest Portfolio…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Browning | Dramatic Romances — Robert Browning |
Dramatic Romances “That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,/Looking as if she were alive. I call/That piece a wonder, now: Fra' Pandolf's hands/Worked busily a day, and there she stands./Will't pl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Browning | Dramatic Lyrics — Robert Browning |
Dramatic Lyrics “Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!/I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;/But although I take your meaning, 'tis with such a heavy mind!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Browning | The Ring and The Book — Robert Browning |
The Ring and The Book “Do you see this Ring?/'Tis Rome-work, made to match/(By Castellani's imitative craft)/Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,/After a dropping April; found alive/Spark-like 'mid …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Browning | Introduction to Robert Browning — Hiram Corson |
Introduction to Robert Browning “We two stood there with never a third,/ But each by each, as each knew well:/ The sights we saw and the sounds we heard,/ The lights and the shades made up a spell/ Till the troubl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Browning | Christmas Eve — Robert Browning |
Christmas Eve “But my body caught up in the whirl and drift/ Of the vesture's amplitude, still eddying/ On, just before me, still to be followed,/ As it carried me after with its motion:/ What sh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Frost | North of Boston — Robert Frost |
North of Boston “He moves in darkness as it seems to me,/Not of woods only and the shade of trees./He will not go behind his father's saying,/And he likes having thought of it so well/He says again…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Frost | A Boy's Will — Robert Frost |
A Boy's Will “NOW close the windows and hush all the fields;/If the trees must, let them silently toss;/No bird is singing now, and if there is/Be it my loss./It will be long ere the marshes res…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Robert Frost | From Mountain Interval — Robert Frost |
From Mountain Interval “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,/And sorry I could not travel both/ And be one traveler, long I stood/And looked down one as far as I could/To where it bent in the undergrowth;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Confessions of an Inquiring Spirit — Romantics |
Confessions of an Inquiring Spirit “Samuel Taylor Coleridge's philosophical notions -- ok, it ain't poetry.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Hyperion — Romantics |
Hyperion “Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings/Hyperion slid into the rustled air/And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place/Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd. -- by Joh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Endymion — Romantics |
Endymion “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never... by John Keats…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Lamia — Romantics |
Lamia “John Keats and Vampires.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Biographia Literaria — Romantics |
Biographia Literaria “Philosophy by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hey, there's some poetry in this one.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Don Juan — Romantics |
Don Juan “Hey, you know all those guys, trying to play it cool, moving on, but as though you've got a little bad in the past? Without this poem, you're nothing. (My definition of a Byronic h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Selected Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Romantics |
Selected Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge “Includes Kubla Khan and Christabel.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Lyrical Ballads — Romantics |
Lyrical Ballads “Listen, listen, oh Wedding Guest, the Mariner doesn't have any commentary in place either. (Includes poems by Coleridge and Wordsworth).…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage — Romantics |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage “When Paphos fell by Time -- accursed Time! The Queen who conquers all must yield to thee -- The Pleasures fled, but sought as warm a clime; And Venus, constant to her native sea, T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | From Hebrew Melodies — Romantics |
From Hebrew Melodies “SHE walks in beauty like the night /Of cloudless climes and starry skies, /And all that's best of dark and bright /Meet in her aspect and her eyes; --by Lord Byron…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Life of John Sterling — Romantics |
The Life of John Sterling “Coleridge sat on the brow of Highgate Hill, in those years, looking down on London and its smoke-tumult, like a sage escaped from the inanity of life's battle; attracting towards h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Ode on a Grecian Urn and Other Poems — Romantics |
Ode on a Grecian Urn and Other Poems “O soft embalmer of the still midnight,/Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,/Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,/Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:/O soothest Sle…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Prelude or, Growth of a Poet's Mind — Romantics |
The Prelude or, Growth of a Poet's Mind “THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much/Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace/The simple ways in which my childhood walked;/Those chiefly that first led me to the love/Of rive…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Poems — Romantics |
Poems “Along the river's stony marge/The sand-lark chants a joyous song;/The thrush is busy in the wood,/And carols loud and strong./A thousand lambs are on the rocks,/All newly born! bot…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy — Romantics |
The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy “Tyrant of Earth! pale misery's jackal thou!/Are there no stores of vengeful violent fate/Within the magazines of thy fierce hate?/No poison in the clouds to bathe a brow/That lower…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | On First Looking into Chapman's "Homer" — Romantics |
On First Looking into Chapman's "Homer" “Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold./--Then felt I like some watcher of the skies/When a new planet swims into his ken;/Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes/He stare…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | On The Medusa of Leonardo da Vinci — Shelley |
On The Medusa of Leonardo da Vinci “Loveliness like a shadow, from which shrine,/Fiery and lurid, struggling underneath,/The agonies of anguish and of death./Yet it is less the horror than the grace/Which turns the g…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS: A TURKISH TALE — Romantics |
THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS: A TURKISH TALE “With none to listen and reply/ To thoughts with which my heart beat high/ Were irksome -- for whate'er my mood,/ In sooth I love not solitude;/ I on Zuleika's slumber broke,--by By…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | THE CORSAIR — Lord Byron |
THE CORSAIR “Him Juan sought, and told of their intent; -- / He spake not -- but a sign express'd assent./ These Juan calls -- they come -- to their salute /He bends him slightly, but his lips …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | THE GIAOUR. A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE. — Romantics |
THE GIAOUR. A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE. “And lust and rapine wildly reign/ To darken o'er the fair domain./ It is as though the fiends prevail'd/ Against the seraphs they assail'd,/ And, fix'd on heavenly thrones, should …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | THE SIEGE OF CORINTH — Lord Byron |
THE SIEGE OF CORINTH “The walls grew weak; and fast and hot/ Against them pour'd the ceaseless shot,/ With unabating fury sent,/ From battery to battlement;/ And thunder-like the pealing din/ Rose from …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Beachy Head: With Other Poems — Charlotte Turner Smith |
Beachy Head: With Other Poems “ON thy stupendous summit, rock sublime!/ That o'er the channel rear'd, half way at sea/ The mariner at early morning hails,/ I would recline; while Fancy should go forth,/ And repr…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | PARISINA — Byron |
PARISINA “And what unto them is the world beside,/ With all its change of time and tide?/ Its living things -- its earth and sky --/ Are nothing to their mind and eye./ And heedless as the d…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | THE PRISONER OF CHILLON — Byron |
THE PRISONER OF CHILLON “There are seven pillars of Gothic mould,/ In Chillon's dungeons deep and old,/ There are seven columns, massy and gray,/ Dim with a dull imprison'd ray,/ A sunbeam which hath lost …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Visions of the Daughters of Albion — William Blake |
Visions of the Daughters of Albion “"Art thou a flower! art thou a nymph! I see thee now a flower,/ Now a nymph! I dare not pluck thee from thy dewy bed!"/ The Golden nymph replied: "Pluck thou my flower Oothoon the …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | THE LAMENT OF TASSO. — Byron |
THE LAMENT OF TASSO. “Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry/ Of minds and bodies in captivity,/ And hark! the lash and the increasing howl,/ And the half-inarticulate blasphemy!/ There be some here wi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Beauty and the Beast — Charles Lamb |
Beauty and the Beast “Sudden as winds that madd'ning sweep/ The foaming surface of the deep,/ Vast treasures, trusted to the wave,/ Were buried in the billowy grave!/ Our Merchant, late of boundless sto…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire — Romantics |
The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “GO, idle boy, I quit thy power,/ Thy couch of many a thorn and flower,/ Thy twanging bow, thine arrow keen,/ Deceitful Beauty's timid mien;/ The feign'd surprise, the roguish leer,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid — Romantics |
The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid “From Elly's Land was heard the harp of wo;/ A shepherd, once the blithest of the throng,/ Did mirth inspiring, sportive notes forego,/ And steep'd in tears the melancholy song./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Metrical Legends of Exalted Characters — Joanna Baillie |
Metrical Legends of Exalted Characters “For there the Lady of the Stream/ In dripping robes you'll spy,/ A-singing to her pale wan babe,/ An elrich lullaby./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Mohawks; a Satirical Poem — Lady Sydney Owenson Morgan |
The Mohawks; a Satirical Poem “When earth was young, e'er by a curious wife/ Tempted--seduc'd, unhappy Adam fell,/ (In our times, when the dev'l would breed a strife,/ He finds our neighbour's spouse a surer spe…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Mont Blanc and Other Poems — Mary Ann Browne Gray |
Mont Blanc and Other Poems “It is the love the mother bears/ To the sweet babe she lulls to rest --/ The object of her tenderest cares --/ The fondest thought that warms her breast./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Morlas — Caroline Clive |
The Morlas “RUDE was the ancient forest glade,/ A tangled wilderness of shade;/ And labour's hand had wrought with pain,/ A path o'er cumber'd hill and plain./ Fantastic stretch'd the giant bo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Osric — Charlotte Elizabeth |
Osric “Full title: Osric: a Missionary Tale; with The Garden, and Other Poems.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Original Poems — Mary Hopkins Pilkington |
Original Poems “But treach'ry harden'd Donald's breast;/ Treach'ry of deepest dye----/A friend depriv'd his soul of rest,/ And dimm'd his lust'rous eye.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Poems, Lyrics, and Sonnets — Louisa Sarah Bevington |
Poems, Lyrics, and Sonnets “TAKE me to some waste of being,/ Virgin spaces, dark and far,/ Seas no vessel ever burdened,/ Skies that never held a star;/ There, my inmost soul all weeping,/ I may loose for Bei…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Poems on Various Subjects — Anne MacVicar Grant |
Poems on Various Subjects “Like deer, through wastes extended, wand'ring wide;/ And sportive goats, a bold aspiring flock,/ High on the ridge of yon aerial rock;/ More self-importance to his mind impart,/ An…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Psyche; or, The Legend of Love — Mary Tighe |
Psyche; or, The Legend of Love “'Mid the thick covert of that woodland shade,/ A flowery bank there lay undressed by art,/ But of the mossy turf spontaneous made;/ Here the young branches shot their arms athwart,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Queen's Ball — Caroline Clive |
The Queen's Ball “How soon forgotten are the Dead!/ A splendid throng the Palace calls/ To meet and revel in its halls;/ And of the names that thus are sped,/ Seven score and ten of them are dead./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Reply to Lord Byron's "Fare thee Well" — Mary Cockle |
Reply to Lord Byron's "Fare thee Well" “OH stay thy dang'rous pen--nor seek to move,/ With the false pleadings of repentant love!/ Wake not again the retrospective sigh,/ Or the wild tear of trembling agony,/ Taught by T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy — Felicia Hemans |
The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy “LAND of departed fame ! whose classic plains/ Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains;/ Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great and brave/ Daystars of life, a birth-place and a gr…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Poetical Works of Susannah Hawkins — Romantics |
The Poetical Works of Susannah Hawkins “WHEN thou, O man! dost make an oath,/ Beware and do not lie;/ Do not swear falsely by His name,/ Who made the earth and sky./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Sceptic; a Poem — Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans |
The Sceptic; a Poem “No ! still thro' clouds he wins his upward way/ And proudly claims his heritage of day !/ --And shall the spirit, on whose ardent gaze,/ The day-spring from on high hath pour'd its…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Domestic Affections and Other Poems — Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans |
The Domestic Affections and Other Poems “OH, queen of dreams ! 'tis now the hour,/ Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep;/ Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r,/ Can wake the troubled spirits of the deep!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Elegy on the Death of His Late Majesty George the Third — Mary Cockle |
Elegy on the Death of His Late Majesty George the Third “It was a holy spell, around us cast/ In tempests and in darkness! 'twas a beam,/ That in the wildness of each wintry blast,/ Still broke around us with a cheering gleam./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | England and Spain — Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans |
England and Spain “Full title: England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Undying One and Other Poems — Caroline Sheridan Norton |
The Undying One and Other Poems “Bending their gentle heads unto the ground,/ And thought of thee for hours./ I've come--my Linda knows that I have come/ When the soft starlight told/ That she had left her haughty…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Warrior's Return, and Other Poems — Amelia Alderson Opie |
The Warrior's Return, and Other Poems “Bright vale! the Muse's choicest theme,/ My morning thought, my midnight dream;/ Still memory paints thee, smiling scene,/ Still views the robe of purest green,/ Refreshed by beaut…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems — Charlotte Turner Smith |
Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems “OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes./ How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn?/ For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose,/ And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?/ Ah…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Lyrical Tales — Mary Robinson |
Lyrical Tales “OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,/ Though his age was full fourscore;/ And he us'd to go/ Thro' hail and snow,/ To a neighb'ring town,/ With his old coat brown,/ To beg, at his G…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | Simple Poems on Simple Subjects — Christian Ross Milne |
Simple Poems on Simple Subjects “The proud wou'd cry, "Such paltry works/ "We will not deign to read;/ "The Author's but a Shipwright's Wife,/ "And was a serving Maid."…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics | The Poetical Works of Henry Kirk White — Romantics |
The Poetical Works of Henry Kirk White “How lovely, from this hill's superior height,/ Spreads the wide view before my straining sight!/ O'er many a varied mile of lengthening ground,/ E'en to the blue-ridged hill's remo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | ADONAIS: AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
ADONAIS: AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS “Most musical of mourners, weep again!/ Lament anew, Urania! He died,/ Who was the Sire of an immortal strain,/ Blind, old and lonely, when his country's pride,/ The priest, the sla…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE “The red volcano overcanopies/ Its fields of snow and pinnacles of ice/ With burning smoke, or where bitumen lakes/ On black bare pointed islets ever beat/ With sluggish surge, or w…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | SONNET: ENGLAND IN 1819 — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
SONNET: ENGLAND IN 1819 “An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;/ Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow/ Through public scorn,--mud from a muddy spring;/ Rulers who neither see nor feel nor…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | Julian and Maddalo: A Conversation. — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
Julian and Maddalo: A Conversation. “In strong and black relief. 'What we behold/ Shall be the madhouse and its belfry tower,'/ Said Maddalo; 'and ever at this hour/ Those who may cross the water hear that bell,/ Whic…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills “Day and night, and night and day,/ Drifting on his dreary way,/ With the solid darkness black/ Closing round his vessel's track;/ Whilst above the sunless sky,/ Big with clouds, ha…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | Mont Blanc — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
Mont Blanc “The everlasting universe of things/ Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,/ Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom--/ Now lending splendour, where from secret s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | ODE TO THE WEST WIND — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
ODE TO THE WEST WIND “As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need./ Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!/ I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | OZYMANDIAS — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
OZYMANDIAS “I met a traveller from an antique land,/ Who said--"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone/ Stand in the desart . . . Near them, on the sand,/ Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whos…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Cenci — Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Cenci “THAT matter of the murder is hushed up/ If you consent to yield his Holiness/ Your fief that lies beyond the Pincian gate./ It needed all my interest in the conclave/ To bend him t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Daemon of the World — Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Daemon of the World “How wonderful is Death, / Death and his brother Sleep!/ One pale as yonder wan and horned moon,/ With lips of lurid blue, / The other glowing like the vital morn,/ When throned on …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | Notes to The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Mary W. Shelley |
Notes to The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley “Shelley possessed two remarkable qualities of intellect--a brilliant imagination, and a logical exactness of reason. His inclinations led him (he fancied) almost alike to poetry an…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | Peter Bell the Third — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
Peter Bell the Third “The Devil, I safely can aver,/ Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting;/ Nor is he, as some sages swear,/ A spirit, neither here nor there,/ In nothing--yet in everything.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Witch of Atlas — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Witch of Atlas “And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame,/ And in thy sight its fading plumes display;/ The watery bow burned in the evening flame./ But the shower fell, the swift Sun went hi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | A Defence of Poetry and Other Essays — Percy Bysshe Shelley |
A Defence of Poetry and Other Essays “But poets, or those who imagine and express this indestructible order, are not only the authors of language and of music, of the dance, and architecture, and statuary, and painting…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | Charles the First — Percy Bysshe Shelley |
Charles the First “THE YOUTH:/ How glorious! See those thronging chariots/ Rolling, like painted clouds before the wind,/ Behind their solemn steeds: how some are shaped/ Like curved sea-shells dyed …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Cyclops — Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Cyclops “Note: A SATYRIC DRAMA TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | HELLAS — Percy Bysshe Shelley |
HELLAS “SATAN:/ Be as all things beneath the empyrean,/ Mine! Art thou eyeless like old Destiny,/ Thou mockery-king, crowned with a wreath of thorns?/ Whose sceptre is a reed, the broken r…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I “So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,/ And I return to thee, mine own heart's home;/ As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery,/ Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume II — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume II “And thou hast sought in starry eyes/ Beams that were never meant for thine,/ Another's wealth:--tame sacrifice/ To a fond faith! still dost thou pine?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III — Romantics: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III “Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,/ Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight/ Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings/ Of Heaven, and men, and all the living things/ T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore | A BALLAD: THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP- — Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore |
A BALLAD: THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP- “"And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see,/ And her paddle I soon shall hear;/ Long and loving our life shall be,/ And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree,/ When the footstep of dea…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore | LALLA ROOKH — Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore |
LALLA ROOKH “I never lov'd a tree or flow'r,/ But 'twas the first to fade away./ I never nurs'd a dear gazelle/ To glad me with its soft black eye,/ But when it came to know me well/ And love m…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore | THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING — Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore |
THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING “The time I've lost in wooing,/ In watching and pursuing/ The light, that lies/ In woman's eyes,/ Has been my heart's undoing.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore | OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT (SCOTCH AIR) — Romantics: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Apologia pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour/ Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:/ Or rather he emancipates his eyes/ From the black shapeless accidents of size A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion They're my Torment and Curse/ And harass me worse/ And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow/ Than the Screech of the Owl/ Or the witch-wolf's long howl,/ Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow Hexameters All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,/Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,/ I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;/ But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;/ And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. Love Beside the ruined tower./ The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene/Had blended with the lights of eve;/ And she was there, my hope, my joy,/ Nightingale A pleasure in the dimness of the stars./ And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,/ 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!/ A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought!/ In Nature there is nothing melancholy./ But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced The Pains of Sleep Desire with loathing strangely mixed/On wild or hateful objects fixed./ Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!/ And shame and terror over all!/ Deeds to be hid which were not hid,/ Which all confused I could not know/ Whether I suffered, or I did:/ For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, Phantom But of one spirit all her own;--/ She, she herself, and only she,/ Shone through her body visibly. To William Wordsworth Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,/ When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received/ The light reflected, as a light bestowed--/ Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,/ Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought/ Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens English Men of Letters: Coleridge--H. D. Traill When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it? Within what time did its use become habitual? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control? Romantics: Thomas Moore |
OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT (SCOTCH AIR) “When I remember all/ The friends, so link'd together,/ I've seen around me fall,/ Like leaves in wintry weather;/ I feel like one/ Who treads alone/ Some banquet-hall deserted,/ Wh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | ADDENDUM TO THE LATER POEMS IN THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT — Romantics: William Blake |
ADDENDUM TO THE LATER POEMS IN THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT “The Door of Death is made of gold,/ That mortal eyes cannot behold;/ But when the mortal eyes are clos'd,/ And cold and pale the limbs repos'd,/ The soul awakes; and, wond'ring, se…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | AMERICA: A PROPHECY — Romantics: William Blake |
AMERICA: A PROPHECY “`Dark Virgin,' said the hairy Youth, `thy father stern, abhorr'd,/ Rivets my tenfold chains, while still on high my spirit soars;/ Sometimes an eagle screaming in the sky, sometime…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT PART II — Romantics: William Blake |
POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT PART II “`And, to end thy cruel mocks,/ Annihilate thee on the rocks,/ And another form create/ To be subservient to my fate.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | APPENDIX TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE — Romantics: William Blake |
APPENDIX TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE “Cruelty has a human heart,/ And Jealousy a human face;/ Terror the human form divine,/ And Secrecy the human dress.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | ON ART AND ARTISTS — Romantics: William Blake |
ON ART AND ARTISTS “When nations grow old, the Arts grow cold,/ And Commerce settles on every tree;/ And the poor and the old can live upon gold,/ For all are born poor, aged sixty-three…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | APPENDIX TO POETICAL SKETCHES — Romantics: William Blake |
APPENDIX TO POETICAL SKETCHES “Innocence doth like a rose/ Bloom on every maiden's cheek;/ Honour twines around her brows,/ The jewel health adorns her neck.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | POETICAL SKETCHES — Romantics: William Blake |
POETICAL SKETCHES “Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,/ Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light/ Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown/ Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!/ Smi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE BOOK OF AHANIA — Romantics: William Blake |
THE BOOK OF AHANIA “7. Dire shriek'd his invisible Lust!/ Deep groan'd Urizen; stretching his awful hand,/ Ahania (so name his parted Soul)/ He seiz'd on his mountains of Jealousy./ He groan'd, anguis…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE BOOK OF LOS — Romantics: William Blake |
THE BOOK OF LOS “2. And the unformed part crav'd repose;/ Sleep began; the Lungs heave on the wave:/ Weary, overweigh'd, sinking beneath/ In a stifling black fluid, he woke.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE BOOK OF THEL — Romantics: William Blake |
THE BOOK OF THEL “The eternal gates' terrific Porter lifted the northern bar:/ Thel enter'd in and saw the secrets of the land unknown./ She saw the couches of the dead, and where the fibrous roots/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE FIRST BOOK OF URIZEN — Romantics: William Blake |
THE FIRST BOOK OF URIZEN “1. Ages on ages roll'd over him;/ In stony sleep ages roll'd over him,/ Like a dark waste stretching, changeable,/ By earthquakes riv'n, belching sullen fires:/ On ages roll'd ages…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | EUROPE: A PROPHECY — Romantics: William Blake |
EUROPE: A PROPHECY “`Again the night is come,/ That strong Urthona takes his rest;/ And Urizen, unloos'd from chains,/ Glows like a meteor in the distant North./ Stretch forth your hands and strike th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE FOUR ZOAS — Romantics: William Blake |
THE FOUR ZOAS “Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky/ Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy/ First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the ho…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE FRENCH REVOLUTION. BOOK THE FIRST — Romantics: William Blake |
THE FRENCH REVOLUTION. BOOK THE FIRST “Shivering over their bleachèd bones; round them their counsellors look up from the dust,/ Crying: "Hide from the living! Our bonds and our prisoners shout in the open field./ Hide …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | ON FRIENDS AND FOES — Romantics: William Blake |
ON FRIENDS AND FOES “You all your youth observ'd the golden rule,/ Till you're at last become the golden fool:/ I sport with fortune, merry, blithe and gay,/ Like to the lion sporting with his prey./ T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE GHOST OF ABEL — Romantics: William Blake |
THE GHOST OF ABEL “Adam. It is all a vain delusion of the all-creative Imagination. Eve, come away, and let us not believe these vain delusions. Abel is dead, and Cain slew him. We shall also die a d…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | GNOMIC VERSES — Romantics: William Blake |
GNOMIC VERSES “The countless gold of a merry heart,/ The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,/ The indolent never can bring to the mart,/ Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL — Romantics: William Blake |
THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL “In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy./ Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead./ The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom./ Prudence is …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | MISCELLANEOUS EPIGRAMS — Romantics: William Blake |
MISCELLANEOUS EPIGRAMS “Some men, created for destruction, come/ Into the world, and make the world their home./ Be they as vile and base as e'er they can,/ They'll still be callèd `The World's Honest Man…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE PICKERING MANUSCRIPT — Romantics: William Blake |
THE PICKERING MANUSCRIPT “Her Fairy skipp'd out and her Fairy skipp'd in;/ He laugh'd at the Devil, saying `Love is a sin.'/ The Devil he raged, and the Devil he was wroth,/ And the Devil enter'd into the y…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | POEMS FROM LETTERS — Romantics: William Blake |
POEMS FROM LETTERS “You stand in the village and look up to Heaven;/ The precious stones glitter on flights seventy-seven;/ And my brother is there, and my friend and thine/ Descend and ascend with th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT PART I — Romantics: William Blake |
POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT PART I “Shall I cast it on the sand/ And turn it into fruitful land?/ For on no other ground/ Can I sow my seed,/ Without tearing up/ Some stinking weed.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT PART III — Romantics: William Blake |
POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MANUSCRIPT PART III “Thine is the Friend of all Mankind;/ Mine speaks in parables to the blind./ Thine loves the same world that mine hates;/ Thy heaven doors are my hell gates./ Socrates taught what M…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND EXPERIENCE — Romantics: William Blake |
SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND EXPERIENCE “Little Lamb, who made thee?/ Dost thou know who made thee?/ Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,/ By the stream and o'er the mead; --(or)--Tiger! Tiger! burning bright/ In the forest…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | A SONG OF LIBERTY — Romantics: William Blake |
A SONG OF LIBERTY “15. Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous King; his grey-brow'd counsellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots, horses, ele…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | THE SONG OF LOS — Romantics: William Blake |
THE SONG OF LOS “I Will sing you a song of Los, the Eternal Prophet:/ He sung it to four harps, at the tables of Eternity,/ In heart-formèd Africa. Urizen faded! Ariston shudder'd!/ And thus the So…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | SONGS FROM AN ISLAND IN THE MOON — Romantics: William Blake |
SONGS FROM AN ISLAND IN THE MOON “From then a callow babe did spring,/ And Old Corruption smil'd/ To think his race should never end,/ For now he had a child.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | TIRIEL — Romantics: William Blake |
TIRIEL “And agèd Tiriel stood and said: `Where does the thunder sleep?/ Where doth he hide his terrible head? And his swift and fiery daughters,/ Where do they shroud their fiery wings, an…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Romantics: William Blake | JERUSALEM: The Emanation of The Giant Albion — Romantics: William Blake |
JERUSALEM: The Emanation of The Giant Albion “Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!/ I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:/ Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land./ In all …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| T S Eliot | Prufrock and Other Observations — T S Eliot |
Prufrock and Other Observations “Let us go then, you and I,/When the evening is spread out against the sky/Like a patient etherized upon a table;/Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,/The muttering ret…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| T S Eliot | The Waste Land — T S Eliot |
The Waste Land “APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding/Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain./Winter kept us warm, covering/Earth in forgetful…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | The Curse Upon Edward — Thomas Gray |
The Curse Upon Edward “Edward, lo! to sudden Fate/ (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun)/ Half of thy heart we consecrate./ (The web is wove. The work is done.)/ She deigns to hear the savage youth rep…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Sonnet on the Death of Richard West — Thomas Gray |
Sonnet on the Death of Richard West “These ears, alas! for other notes repine,/ A different object do these eyes require./ My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;/ And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | On a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes — Thomas Gray |
On a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes “Her conscious tail her joy declared;/ The fair round face, the snowy beard,/ The velvet of her paws,/ Her coat, that with the/ tortoise vies,/ Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,/ S…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard — Thomas Gray |
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard “Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid/ Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;/ Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,/ Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College — Thomas Gray |
Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College “Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade,/ Ah, fields belov'd in vain,/ Where once my careless childhood stray'd,/ A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow,/ A moment…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | The Bard. A Pindaric Ode — Thomas Gray |
The Bard. A Pindaric Ode “Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,/ As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side/ He wound with toilsome march his long array./ Stout Gloucester stood aghast in speechless tr…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | The Descent of Odin. An Ode — Thomas Gray |
The Descent of Odin. An Ode “Thou the deeds of light shalt know;/ Tell me what is done below,/ For whom yon glittering board is spread,/ Dressed for whom yon golden bed.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | The Fatal Sisters. An Ode — Thomas Gray |
The Fatal Sisters. An Ode “See the grisly texture grow,/ ('Tis of human entrails made,)/ And the weights that play below,/ Each a gasping warrior's head.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | On Lord Holland's Seat near Margate, Kent — Thomas Gray |
On Lord Holland's Seat near Margate, Kent “No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing:/ Yet nature cannot furnish out the feast,/ Art he invokes new horrors still to bring./ Now mouldering fanes and battlements arise,/ Arche…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | A Long Story — Thomas Gray |
A Long Story “"Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget,/ Why, what can the Viscountess mean?"/ (Cried the square hoods in woeful fidget)/ "The times are altered quite and clean!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Epitaph on Mrs Clerke — Thomas Gray |
Epitaph on Mrs Clerke “Affection warm, and faith sincere,/ And soft humanity were there./ In agony, in death, resigned,/ She felt the wound she left behind./ Her infant image, here below,/ Sits smiling o…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Ode to Adversity — Thomas Gray |
Ode to Adversity “Daughter of Jove, relentless power,/ Thou tamer of the human breast,/ Whose iron scourge and torturing hour,/ The bad affright, afflict the best!/ Bound in thy adamantine chain…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Ode for Music — Thomas Gray |
Ode for Music “But hark! the portals sound and, pacing forth/ With solemn steps and slow,/ High potentates and dames of royal birth/ And mitred fathers in long order go:/ Great Edward with the li…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | Ode on the Spring — Thomas Gray |
Ode on the Spring “Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch/ A broader browner shade;/ Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech/ O'er-canopies the glade,/ Beside some water's rushy brink/ With me the …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | The Progress of Poesy. A Pindaric Ode — Thomas Gray |
The Progress of Poesy. A Pindaric Ode “Far from the sun and summer-gale,/ In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid,/ What time, where lucid Avon strayed,/ To him the mighty Mother did unveil/ Her awful face: the daunt…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Gray | The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment — Thomas Gray |
The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment “Owen swift, and Owen strong;/ Fairest flower of Roderic's stem,/ Gwyneth's shield and Britain's gem./ He nor heaps his brooded stores,/ Nor on all profusely pours;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | SIR HORNBOOK, or Childe Launcelot's Expedition — Thomas Love Peacock |
SIR HORNBOOK, or Childe Launcelot's Expedition “Loud rung the chains; the drawbridge fell;/The gates asunder flew:/The knight thrice beat the portal bell,/And thrice he call'd "Halloo."/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | The Monks of St. Mark — Thomas Love Peacock |
The Monks of St. Mark “The good brother obey'd; but, oh direful mishap!/Threw its scalding contents in Jeronimo's lap!/And o'er his bare feet as the boiling tide stream'd,/Poor Augustine fretted, Jeronim…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | Palmyra (1st edition) — Thomas Love Peacock |
Palmyra (1st edition) “The grave with deathless flow'rs have dress'd,/ Of him whose virtue-kindling mind/ Their ev'ry charm supremely bless'd;/ Who trac'd the mazy warblings of the lyre/ With all a criti…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | THE ROUND TABLE, or King Arthur's Feast — Thomas Love Peacock |
THE ROUND TABLE, or King Arthur's Feast “But a tumult more furious called Arthur to check it,/ 'Twixt Henry the Second and Thomas a Becket./ "Turn out," exclaimed Arthur, "that prelate so free,/ And from the first rock se…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | Beyond the Sea — Thomas Love Peacock |
Beyond the Sea “BEYOND the sea, beyond the sea,/ My heart is gone, far, far from me;/ And ever on its track will flee/ My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day — Thomas Love Peacock |
A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day “And forasmuch as the laws heretofore/ Have not sufficiently squeezed the poor/ Be it therefore enacted by Commons, King/ And Lords, a crime for any thing/ To be done on the Sabbath…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | Selected Poems — Thomas Love Peacock |
Selected Poems “INSTEAD of sitting wrapped up in flannel/ With rheumatism in every joint,/ I wish I was in the English Channel,/ Just going 'round the Lizard Point/ All southward bound, with the s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Thomas Love Peacock | A Selection of Shorter Poems — Thomas Love Peacock |
A Selection of Shorter Poems “INSTEAD of sitting wrapped up in flannel/ With rheumatism in every joint,/ I wish I was in the English Channel,/ Just going 'round the Lizard Point/ All southward bound, with the s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Wild Swans At Coole — William Butler Yeats |
The Wild Swans At Coole “The nineteenth autumn has come upon me/ Since I first made my count;/I saw, before I had well finished,/All suddenly mount/And scatter wheeling in great broken rings/Upon their cla…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Winding Stair and Other Poems — William Butler Yeats |
The Winding Stair and Other Poems “BRING me to the blasted oak/That I, midnight upon the stroke,/(All find safety in the tomb.)/May call down curses on his head/Because of my dear Jack that's dead./Coxcomb was the l…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Wind Among The Reeds — William Butler Yeats |
The Wind Among The Reeds “ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,/The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,/The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintr…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Tower — William Butler Yeats |
The Tower “Once out of nature I shall never take/My bodily form from any natural thing,/But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make/Of hammered gold and gold enamelling/To keep a drowsy Empero…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | In The Seven Woods — William Butler Yeats |
In The Seven Woods “SWEETHEART, do not love too long:/I loved long and long,/And grew to be out of fashion/Like an old song./All through the years of our youth/Neither could have known/Their own thoug…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Shadowy Waters — William Butler Yeats |
The Shadowy Waters “Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay/Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,/Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds/And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,/And sleepy …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Rose — William Butler Yeats |
The Rose “Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks,/And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,/First as a raven on whose ancient wings/Scarcely a feather lingered, then …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Responsibilities — William Butler Yeats |
Responsibilities “ONCE, when midnight smote the air,/Eunuchs ran through Hell and met/On every crowded street to stare Upon great Juan riding by:/Even like these to rail and sweat/Staring upon his s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Old Age Of Queen Maeve — William Butler Yeats |
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve “But that great queen, who more than half the night/Had paced from door to fire and fire to door./Though now in her old age, in her young age/She had been beautiful in that old way/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Parnell's Funeral and Other Poems — William Butler Yeats |
Parnell's Funeral and Other Poems “UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd./A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown/About the sky; where that is clear of cloud/Brightness remains; a brighter star shoots down;/What …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | New Poems — William Butler Yeats |
New Poems “I HAVE heard that hysterical women say/ They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow./Of poets that are always gay,/For everybody knows or else should know/That if nothing drastic i…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Michael Robartes and The Dancer — William Butler Yeats |
Michael Robartes and The Dancer “Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it/Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds./The darkness drops again; but now I know/That twenty centuries of stony sleep/Were vexed t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Baile And Aillinn — William Butler Yeats |
Baile And Aillinn “I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,/Nor the grey rush when the wind is high,/Before my thoughts begin to run/On the heir of Uladh, Buan's son,/Baile, who had the honey mouth;/And that mi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Last Poems — William Butler Yeats |
Last Poems “No marble, no conventional phrase;/On limestone quarried near the spot/By his command these words are cut:/Cast a cold eye/On life, on death./Horseman, pass by!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Green Helmet and Other Poems — William Butler Yeats |
The Green Helmet and Other Poems “What could have made her peaceful with a mind/That nobleness made simple as a fire,/With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind/That is not natural in an age like this,/Being high and…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Wanderings of Oisin — William Butler Yeats |
The Wanderings of Oisin “NOW, man of croziers, shadows called our names/And then away, away, like whirling flames;/And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound,/The youth and lady and the deer and hound;/"…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Crossways — William Butler Yeats |
Crossways “I SAT on cushioned otter-skin:/My word was law from Ith to Emain,/And shook at Inver Amergin/The hearts of the world-troubling seamen,/And drove tumult and war away/From girl and b…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Countess Cathleen — W.B. Yeats |
The Countess Cathleen “OONA. The empty rattle-pate!/ Lean on this arm,/ That I can tell you is a christened arm,/ And not like some, if we are to judge by speech./ But as you please. It is time I was for…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Land Of Heart's Desire — William Butler Yeats |
The Land Of Heart's Desire “MAURTEEN. And maybe it is natural upon May Eve/ To dream of the good people. But tell me, girl,/ If you've the branch of blessed quicken wood/ That women hang upon the post of the …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Stories of Red Hanrahan — W. B. Yeats |
Stories of Red Hanrahan “But Hanrahan crossed the floor and brushed the others away, and said it was with him she must dance, after the long road he had travelled before he came to her. And it is likely he…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Rosa Alchemica — W. B. Yeats |
Rosa Alchemica “All those forms: that Madonna with her brooding purity, those rapturous faces singing in the morning light, those bronze divinities with their passionless dignity, those wild shape…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | The Secret Rose — W. B. Yeats |
The Secret Rose “A man, with thin brown hair and a pale face, half ran, half walked, along the road that wound from the south to the town of Sligo. Many called him Cumhal, the son of Cormac, and ma…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Butler Yeats | Four Years — William Butler Yeats |
Four Years “Of late years I have often explained Wilde to myself by his family history. His father, was a friend or acquaintance of my father's father and among my family traditions there is a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray | Ballads — William Makepeace Thackeray |
Ballads “They cramm'd their gracious master/ With potion and with pill;/ They drench'd him and they bled him;/ They could not cure his ill./ "Go fetch," says he, "my lawyer,/ I'd better mak…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray | FIVE GERMAN DITTIES — William Makepeace Thackeray |
FIVE GERMAN DITTIES “The cold gray hills they bind me around,/ The darksome valleys lie sleeping below,/ But the winds as they pass o'er all this ground,/ Bring me never a sound of woe!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray | LOVE-SONGS MADE EASY — William Makepeace Thackeray |
LOVE-SONGS MADE EASY “I seem, in the midst of the crowd,/ The lightest of all;/ My laughter rings cheery and loud,/ In banquet and ball./ My lip hath its smiles and its sneers,/ For all men to see;/ But…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Selected Poems of Robert Browning |
Selected Poems of Robert Browning “The most frightening thing you'll ever go through is a 9 a.m. lit class covering Browning where the Prof does a phallus thing on slug horns. Almost wrecked the Dark Tower for me. A…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Tam O' Shanter and other Poems |
Tam O' Shanter and other Poems “Of the Scottish Tam O' Shanters. By Robert Burns…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Mac Flecknoe and Other Poems |
Mac Flecknoe and Other Poems “Gratuitous recounting of how Shadwell responded to Dryden's opus: Johnnie D. got beat up by some toughs.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Bride of Corinth and Other Poems |
The Bride of Corinth and Other Poems “Oh, thou broom accurs'd?/Be thou still I pray,/As thou wert at first!/ By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Goblin Market and Selected Poems |
Goblin Market and Selected Poems “Morning and evening/ Maids heard the goblins cry:/ "Come buy our orchard fruits,/ Come buy, come buy: -- by Christina Rossetti…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Volume III. |
The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Volume III. “On that great, that awful day,/This vain world shall pass away./Thus the sibyl sang of old,/Thus hath holy David told./There shall be a deadly fear/ When the Avenger shall appear,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Song of Hiawatha |
The Song of Hiawatha “From his footprints flowed a river,/Leaped into the light of morning,/O'er the precipice plunging downward/Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet./And the Spirit, stooping earthward,/Wi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Phantasmagoria and Other Poems |
Phantasmagoria and Other Poems “"AND did you really walk," said I,/"On such a wretched night?/I always fancied Ghosts could fly -/If not exactly in the sky,--by Lewis Carroll Yet at a fairish height."…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Dreams &Dust |
Dreams &Dust “We are ourselves, and not ourselves . . ./For ever thwarting pride and will/Some forebear's passion leaps from death/To claim a vital license still./Ancestral lusts that slew and d…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Culprit Fay and Other Poems |
The Culprit Fay and Other Poems “His sides are broken by spots of shade,/By the walnut bough and the cedar made,/And through their clustering branches dark/Glimmers and dies the fire-fly's spark -/Like starry twin…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Chants for Socialists |
Chants for Socialists “Hear a word, a word in season, for the day is drawing nigh,/When the Cause shall call upon us, some to live, and some to die!/He that dies shall not die lonely, many an one hath go…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Sour Grapes |
Sour Grapes “Men with picked voices chant the names/of cities in a huge gallery: promises/that pull through descending stairways/to a deep rumbling. --by William Carlos Williams…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Wessex Poems and Other Verses |
Wessex Poems and Other Verses “Should I, too, wed as slave to Mode's decree, /And each thus found apart, of false desire,/A stolid line, whom no high aims will fire/As had fired ours could ever have mingled we; …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Evangeline |
Evangeline “FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day/Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house./Soon o'er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Helen of Troy |
Helen of Troy “But Aphrodite sent a slumber deep/On all in the King's palace, young and old,/And one by one the women fell asleep, /-Their lamentable tales left half untold, -/Before the dawn, wh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Breitmann Ballads |
The Breitmann Ballads “HANS BREITMANN gife a barty;/Dey had biano-blayin',/I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau,/Her name vas Madilda Yane./She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel,/Her eyes vas himmel-plue, -…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs of the Ridings |
Songs of the Ridings “It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark/Wheer they've bin bred an' born;/When I were young I awlus thowt/I'd bide 'mong t' roots an' corn./ But I've bin forced to work i' towns…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Early Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson |
Early Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson “The Sphynx is drowsy,/Her wings are furled,/Her ear is heavy,/She broods on the world.--/"Who'll tell me my secret The ages have kept?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Some Imagist Poets: An Anthology |
Some Imagist Poets: An Anthology “Includes works by Richard Aldington, HD, Amy Lowell, DH Lawrence, and others.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems of the Past and the Present |
Poems of the Past and the Present “'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,/The postman nears and goes:/A letter is brought whose lines disclose By the firelight flicker/His hand, whom the worm now knows: --by Thomas…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems By a Little Girl |
Poems By a Little Girl “Written by Hilda Conkling when she was between the ages of 4 and 10. Take that, Jenn Crowell!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Mazelli, and Other Poems |
Mazelli, and Other Poems “He stood where the mountain moss outspread/ Its smoothness beneath his dusky foot;/The chestnut boughs above his head,/ Hung motionless and mute./There came not a voice from the wo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins |
Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins “Collection of poems by Hopkins, nearly all first published after his death, by UK poet laureate Robert Bridges, whom no one today has heard of -- go figure.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Bookman Anthology Of Verse |
The Bookman Anthology Of Verse “Includes works by Dos Passos, Conkling, Teasdale and HD, among others.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Amours de Voyage |
Amours de Voyage “Yes, we are fighting at last, it/appears. This morning as usual,/Murray, as usual, in hand, I enter the Caffe Nuovo;/Seating myself with a sense as it were of a change in the weath…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Hudibras |
Hudibras “Ah me! what perils do environ/The man that meddles with cold iron!/What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps/Do dog him still with after-claps!/For though dame Fortune seem to smile/And le…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The House of Dust |
The House of Dust “Like one in a restless sleep, who lies and dreams/Of vague desires, and memories, and half-forgotten pain . . ./ Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run,/Flash, are exti…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Moments of Vision |
Moments of Vision “There floated the sounds of church-chiming,/But no one was nigh,/Till there came, as a break in the loneness,/Her father, she, I./And we slowly moved on to the wicket,/And downlook…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Pilgrims of Hope |
The Pilgrims of Hope “It was twenty-five years ago that I lay in my mother's lap/New born to life, nor knowing one whit of all that should hap:/That day was I won from nothing to the world of struggle a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Poems of Goethe |
The Poems of Goethe “No one talks more than a Poet;/Fain he'd have the people know it.//Praise or blame he ever loves;/None in prose confess an error,/Yet we do so, void of terror,-- By Johann Wolfgang…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Bab Ballads |
The Bab Ballads “Come with me, little maid,/Nay, shrink not, thus afraid -/I'll harm thee not!/ Fly not, my love, from me -/I have a home for thee -/A fairy grot,/Where mortal eye/Can rarely pry,/T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Ballads of Peace in War |
Ballads of Peace in War “Ye who heed a nation's call/And speed to arms therefor,/Ye who fear your children's march/To perils of the war,--/Soldiers of the deck and camp/And mothers of our men,/Hearken to a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE CITY OF THE SUN |
THE CITY OF THE SUN “Capt. I have already told you how I wandered over the whole earth. In the course of my journeying I came to Taprobane, and was compelled to go ashore at a place, where through fear…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Verses 1889-1896 |
Verses 1889-1896 “Now in Injia's sunny clime,/Where I used to spend my time/A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,/Of all them blackfaced crew/The finest man I knew/ Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Di…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | CASEY - TWENTY YEARS LATER |
CASEY - TWENTY YEARS LATER “Again that awful silence settled o'er the multitude./Was there a man among them with such recklessness imbued?/The captain stood with cap in hand, while hopeless was his glance,/An…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Casey at the Bat |
Casey at the Bat “The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;/He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate./And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM |
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM “WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,/What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,/I sing -- This Verse to C---, Muse! is due;/This, ev'n Belinda may vouchfafe to view:/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Song of Selma |
Song of Selma “Rise, moon! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night arise! Lead/me, some light, to the place, where my love rests from the chace alone! his/bow near him, unstrung: his dogs pant…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Essay of Dramatick Poesie |
Essay of Dramatick Poesie “[5] If your quarrel (said Eugenius) to those who now write, be grounded onely upon your reverence to Antiquity, there is no man more ready to adore those great Greeks and Romans th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Aucassin and Nicolete |
Aucassin and Nicolete “Who would list to the good lay/Gladness of the captive grey?/'Tis how two young lovers met,/Aucassin and Nicolete,/Of the pains the lover bore/And the sorrows he outwore,--Andrew L…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Verse-Book Of A Homely Woman |
The Verse-Book Of A Homely Woman “See, I am cumbered, Lord,/With serving, and with small vexa-tious things./Upstairs, and down, my feet/Must hasten, sure and fleet./So weary that I cannot heed Thy word;--by Fay Inc…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul |
A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul “When I am very weary with hard thought,/And yet the question burns and is not quenched,/My heart grows cool when to remembrance wrought/That thou who know'st the light-born answer …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | An Online Book of English Verse |
An Online Book of English Verse “This is a public domain collection, of over 800 poems by more than 200 poets, that's also available elsewhere under other (still trademarked) names. My hands hurt.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lucasta |
Lucasta “Yet this inconstancy is such,/As you too shall adore;/I could not love thee, dear, so much,/Lov'd I not Honour more.--by Richard Lovelace…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas |
L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas “But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy!/Hail, divinest Melancholy!/Whose saintly visage is too bright/To hit the sense of human sight,/And therefore to our weaker view/O'erlaid with…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Music and Other Poems |
Music and Other Poems “Heart of France for a hundred years,/Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong,/Quick to throb with her hopes and fears,/Fierce to flame with her sense of wrong!/You, who hailed wit…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | New Poems |
New Poems “MY first gift and my last, to you/I dedicate this fascicle of songs -/The only wealth I have:/Just as they are, to you.--by Robert Louis Stevenson…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Moral Emblems |
Moral Emblems “The Eagle seeks its daily bread./How aptly fact to fact replies:/Heroes and eagles, hills and skies./Ye who contemn the fatted slave/Look on this emblem, and be brave.--by Robert L…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Child's Garden of Verses |
A Child's Garden of Verses “I should like to rise and go/Where the golden apples grow;--/Where below another sky/Parrot islands anchored lie,/And, watched by cockatoos and goats,/Lonely Crusoes building boats…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The House of Life |
The House of Life “Yea, in God's name, and Love's, and thine, would I/Draw from one loving heart such evidence/As to all hearts all things shall signify;/Tender as dawn's first hill-fire, and intense…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with Miscellaneous Pieces |
Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with Miscellaneous Pieces “Steel chambers, late the pyres/Of her salamandrine fires,/Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. -- by Thomas Hardy…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses |
Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses “The dubious daylight ended,/And I walked the Town alone, unminding whither bound and why,/As from each gaunt street and gaping square a mist of light ascended/And dispersed upon th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Task and Other Poems |
The Task and Other Poems “'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb/Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,/That crowd away before the driving wind,/More ardent as the disk emerges more,/Resemble mo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Sonnet LXIII: The Gossamer |
Sonnet LXIII: The Gossamer “O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze,/The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;/Waving in every sighing air that stirs,/As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread:/A thousand t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Poet's Fame — Richard Watson Gilder |
The Poet's Fame “But be knew, too, the utmost distant goal/Of the human mind. His fiery thought did run/To Time's beginnings, ere yon central sun/Had warmed to life the swarming broods of men./In w…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Sappho and Phaon — Mary Robinson |
Sappho and Phaon “WHY, through each aching vein, with lazy pace/Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart,/While, from its source, each wild convulsive start/Tears the scorch'd roses from my burn…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Slave Trade: A Poem-- |
The Slave Trade: A Poem-- “While the chill north with thy bright ray is blest,/Why should fell darkness half the south invest?/Was it decreed, fair Freedom! at thy birth,/That thou should'd ne'er irradiate a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Hymn of Breaking Strain — Rudyard Kipling |
Hymn of Breaking Strain “But in our daily dealing With stone and steel, we find/The Gods have no such feeling/Of justice toward mankind./To no set gauge they make us…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | McAndrew's Hymn — Rudyard Kipling |
McAndrew's Hymn “That storm blew by but left behind her anchor-shiftin' swell./thou knowest all my heart an' mind, Thou knowest, Lord, I fell --/Third on the Mary Gloster then, and first that night…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | An Old Man Sees Himself — Conrad Aiken |
An Old Man Sees Himself “Ringed round with nodding asters, frosted leaf-tips,/Stoops to see his image; and behold,/How faded is the scarlet of his mantle!/His face, how changed and old! . . ./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Sons of Martha — Rudyard Kipling |
The Sons of Martha “They finger Death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires./He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires./Early at dawn, …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Shadows — Djuna Barnes |
Shadows “A lily bell hung sidewise, leaning down,/And gowned me in a robe so light and long;/And so I dreamed, and drank, and slept, and heard/The lily's song.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | In Hades — Anna Brackett |
In Hades “"Bear thou my word: I am of all most blest;/Nor marvel that I am Eurydice. I stood and watched those slow feet go from me/Farther and farther; in the light afar,/All clear the figu…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Street in Packingtown — Willa Cather |
Street in Packingtown “His dress, some sister's cast-off wear,/Is rolled to leave his stomach bare./His arms and legs with scratches bleed;/He twists the cat and pays no heed./He mauls her neither less n…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | What the Pug Knew — Frances Burnett |
What the Pug Knew “His mistress he'd known far too long/To be the least deceived/By the tricks and airs and graces/In which some folks believed,/For he could have told -- that Porcelain Pug -- what t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Freeman — Ellen Glasgow |
The Freeman “A VAGABOND between the East and West,/Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;/ I fear no terror any man may bring,/Nor any god.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | To Fancy — Charlotte Smith |
To Fancy “Thee, Queen of Shadows!--shall I still invoke,/Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,/When on mine eyes the early radiance broke/Which shew'd the beauteous rather than the…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Watchman — L.M. Montgomery |
The Watchman “HOW beautiful thou art! The years have brought/An added splendor to thy loveliness,/With passion of dark eye and lip rose-red,/Struggling between its dimple and its pride./And yet …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Two Poems — Marianne Moore |
Two Poems “Literature is a phase of life: if one is afraid of it, the situation is irremediable; if one approaches it familiarly, what one says of it is worthless.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Peacock Pie, A Book of Rhymes — Walter de la Mare |
Peacock Pie, A Book of Rhymes “Bakers' are warm, cobblers' dark,/ Chemists' burn watery lights;/ But oh, the sawdust butcher's shop,/ That ugliest of sights!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The White Bees and Other Poems — Henry Van Dyke |
The White Bees and Other Poems “The land was broken in despair,/ The princes quarrelled in the dark,/ When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air/ Of selfish minds and wills that did not dare,/ Your star ar…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Twelve Months. A New Year's Dream — Harriet Beecher Stowe |
The Twelve Months. A New Year's Dream “Thine the blush of rising day,/ Thine the fervid beam of noon,/ Thine the twilight's fading ray,/ Thine the midnight's hallowed gloom./ All the glowing orbs above,/ Join to sing th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | An Experience — Margaret Sangster |
An Experience “ONE came and told me suddenly,/ "Your friend is dead! Last year she went;"/ But many years my friend had spent/ In life's wide wastes, apart from me./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Winter Hyacinth — Lydia Sigourney |
The Winter Hyacinth “Then, came bursting forth/ From thy brown bulb, a coronal of leaves,/ A stalk,-a spike of buds,-and last, thy head,-/ Heavy with floral bells, and rich with sweets,/ My glorious hy…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Heloise to Abelard: a sonnet — Elizabeth Oakes Smith |
Heloise to Abelard: a sonnet “Must I not love thee? When the heart would leap,/ With all its thrilling pulses, unto thee,/ Must it be staid? Is not the spirit free?/ Can human bonds or bars its essence keep?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Leaves of Grass |
Leaves of Grass “I believe this is the fourth edition (like that guy who keeps remaking film versions of Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians, Walt Whitman had just the one book all his life that h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Mrs. Helen Jackson ("H.H.") — Thomas Wentworth Higginson |
Mrs. Helen Jackson ("H.H.") “Includes a biography as well as Mrs. Jackson's last works.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Thoreau's Flute — Louisa May Alcott |
Thoreau's Flute “Then from the flute, untouched by hands,/ There came a low, harmonious breath:/ "For such as he there is no death;/ His life the eternal life commands;/ Above man's aims his nature…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Transfiguration — Alcott |
Transfiguration “The spartan spirit that made life so grand,/ Mating poor daily needs/ With high, heroic deeds,/ That wrested happiness from Fate's hard hand./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Deserted Village — Oliver Goldsmith |
The Deserted Village “But now the sounds of population fail,/ No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale,/ No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread/ But all the bloomy flush of life is fled-/ All but …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Sketches among the Poor, No. I — Elizabeth Gaskell |
Sketches among the Poor, No. I “Said I not truly, she was not alone,/ Though none at evening shared her clean hearth-stone?/ To some she might prosaic seem, but me/ She always charmed with daily poesy,/ Felt in h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE COMPLAINT — Edward Young |
THE COMPLAINT “Subtitled: Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality (book 1 only.)…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Ode to Joy — Anonymous |
Ode to Joy “Wild and fearful in his cavern/ Hid the naked troglodyte,/ And the homeless nomad wandered/ Laying waste the fertile plain./ Menacing with spear and arrow/ In the woods the hunter …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Paul Revere's Ride — Longfellow |
Paul Revere's Ride “Lonely and spectral and sombre and still./ And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height/ A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!/ He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,/ But l…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Fairies — William Allingham |
The Fairies “High on the hill-top/ The old King sits;/ He is now so old and gray/ He's nigh lost his wits./ With a bridge of white mist/ Columbkill he crosses,/ On his stately journeys/ From Sl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | TOMLINSON — Rudyard Kipling |
TOMLINSON “The Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell/ Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim the mouth of Hell./ The first are red with pride and wrath, the n…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley, V1 |
The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley, V1 “"What may I do to make you glad,/ To make you glad and free,/ Till your light smiles glance/ And your bright eyes dance/ Like sunbeams on the sea?/ Read some rhyme that is blithe a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Century of Roundels — Algernon Swinburne |
A Century of Roundels “Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken/ Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame/ Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken,/ Time, thy name.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER — Rudyard Kipling |
THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER “When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a sol…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Many Voices — E. Nesbit |
Many Voices “I reach my hand to thee!/ Stoop; take my hand in thine;/ Lead me where I would be,/ Father divine./ I do not even know/ The way I want to go,/ The way that leads to rest:…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Heap O' Livin' — Edgar A. Guest |
A Heap O' Livin' “Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me/ Never a thought of the joys that flew by;/ Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me,/ Thoughtless and selfish, her Master wa…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM — William Makepeace Thackeray |
THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM “Midst a dozen of wooden-legged warriors/ May haply fall in with old Pierre./ On the sunshiny bench of a tavern/ He sits and he prates of old wars,/ And moistens his pipe of tobacco…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Nathan the Wise — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing |
Nathan the Wise “An especial thanks to Project Gutenberg uber-volunteer David Price for moving this 18th century classic work of tolerance out so quickly.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Song of the Storm-Petrel — Maxim Gorky |
Song of the Storm-Petrel “Now he flouts the black sea-water,/ Now he stabs into the cloud-ranks,/ Hurling on them cries defiant,/ Cries of war and tempest madness,/ Cries of rage and white-hot passion,/ And…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Gebir — Walter Savage Landor |
Gebir “The king's lone road, his visit, his return,/ Were not unknown to Dalica, nor long/ The wondrous tale from royal ears delayed./ When the young queen had heard who taught the rites/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Victories of Love — Coventry Patmore |
The Victories of Love “The folly of young girls!/ They doff/ Their pride to smooth success, and scoff/ At far more noble fire and might/ That woo them from the dust of fight/ But, Frederick, now the stor…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Diverting History of John Gilpin — William Cowper |
The Diverting History of John Gilpin “So down he came; for loss of time,/Although it grieved him sore,/Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,/Would trouble him much more.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | POEMS AND BALLADS. — ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. |
POEMS AND BALLADS. “WHATEVER a man of the sons of men/ Shall say to his heart of the lords above,/ They have shown man verily, once and again,/ Marvellous mercies and infinite love./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field — Walter Scott |
Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field “The breeze, which swept away the smoke,/ Round Norham Castle rolled,/ When all the loud artillery spoke,/ With lightning-flash, and thunder-stroke,/ As Marmion left the hold.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Consolation — Harriet Beecher Stowe |
Consolation “What is secure from the land-dashing wave?/ There go our riches, and our hopes fly there;/ There go the faces of our best beloved,/ Whelmed in the vortex of its wild despair/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Jumblies — Edward Lear |
The Jumblies “Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,/ While round in our Sieve we spin!'/ Far and few, far and few,/ Are the lands where the Jumblies live;/ Their heads are green, and the…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Night Before Christmas — Clement Clarke Moore |
The Night Before Christmas “And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof/ The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs Before Sunrise — CHARLES ALGERNON SWINBURNE |
Songs Before Sunrise “The trumpets of the four winds of the world/ From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves,/ With breasts palpitating and wings refurled,/ With passion of couched limbs,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Angel in the House — Coventry Patmore |
The Angel in the House “Once more I came to Sarum Close,/ With joy half memory, half desire,/ And breathed the sunny wind that rose/ And blew the shadows o'er the Spire,/ And toss'd the lilac's scented pl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Miscellaneous Poems — Andrew Marvell |
Miscellaneous Poems “He saw near hand, as he imagin'd Ares./ Such did he seem for corpulence and port,/ But 'twas a man much of another sort;/ 'Twas Ben that in the dusky Laurel shade/ Amongst the Chor…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE True-Born Englishman: A SATYR — Daniel Defoe |
THE True-Born Englishman: A SATYR “Drunk'nness, the Darling Favourite of Hell,/ Chose Germany to Rule; and Rules so well,/ No Subjects more obsequiously obey,/ None please so well, or are so pleas'd as they./ The cu…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Hymn To The Mob — Daniel Defoe |
A Hymn To The Mob “By Dyet, Cortez, States, and Sanhedrins of Men?/They're all but thy Great Representatives,/In whom thy Greater Self survives,/ Meer RABBLE drwn in Miniature,/ Whose Bus'ness 'tis t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Land of Love — Aphra Behn |
The Land of Love “The Man who at this Land before had been,/ Finding me so admire at what I'd seen;/ And that Surprize thro' all my Spirits ran,/ In soft, but awful Language, thus began.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Letters and Literary Remains — Edward FitzGerald |
Letters and Literary Remains “Therefore to revenge the debt /To violated Justice due, /Armèd Hellas hand in hand /The iron toils of Ares drew /Over water, over land, /Over such a tract of years;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs of Action — Arthur Conan Doyle |
Songs of Action “Who says the Nation's purse is lean,/ Who fears for claim or bond or debt,/ When all the glories that have been/ Are scheduled as a cash asset?/ If times are black and trade is sla…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Town and Country, or, Life at Home and Abroad — John S. Adams |
Town and Country, or, Life at Home and Abroad “Then he handed the lad a small, very small seed, and, leading him a short distance, bade him make a small hole in the ground and place the seed within it. He did so. And the old ma…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Fly Leaves — C. S. Calverley |
Fly Leaves “Verdi with Vance. And at the thought/ He laugh'd again, and softly drew/ That Morning Herald that he'd bought/ Forth from his breast, and read it through.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Late Lyrics and Earlier — Thomas Hardy |
Late Lyrics and Earlier “On war-men at this end of time--even on Englishmen's eyes--/ Who slay with their arms of new might in that long-ago place,/ Flashed he who drove furiously? . . . Ah, did the phanto…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum — Wallace Irwin |
The Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum “For when I pushed Brick Murphy to the rope/ Mame manned the ambulance and dragged him in,/ Massaged his lamps with fragrant drug store dope/ And coughed up loops of kindergarten ch…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Riley Farm-Rhymes — James Whitcomb Riley |
Riley Farm-Rhymes “But what is the lily and all of the rest/ Of the flowers, to a man with a hart in his brest/ That was dipped brimmin' full of the honey and dew/ Of the sweet clover-blossoms his ba…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Sun-Up and Other Poems |
Sun-Up and Other Poems “Because you are four years old/ the candle is all dressed up in a new frill./ And stars nod to you through the hole in the curtain,/ (except the big stiff planets too fat to move a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Boris Godunov — Alexander Pushkin |
Boris Godunov “TSAR. Is it possible? An unfrocked monk against us Leads rascal troops, a truant friar dares write Threats to us! Then 'tis time to tame the madman! Trubetskoy, set thou forth, and…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Lowden Sabbath Morn — Robert Louis Stevenson |
A Lowden Sabbath Morn “An' noo, to that melodious play,/ A deidly awn the quiet sway--/ A' ken their solemn holiday, Bestial an' human,/ The singin' lintie on the brae,/ The restin' plou'man./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Book of Nonsense — Edward Lear |
The Book of Nonsense “There was an Old Person of Leeds,/ Whose head was infested with beads; / She sat on a stool,/ And ate gooseberry fool,/ Which agreed with that person of Leeds.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Child of the Islands — Caroline Sheridan Norton |
The Child of the Islands “The dread exception--when some frenzied mind,/ Crushed by the weight of unforeseen distress,/ Grows to that feeble creature all unkind,/ And Nature's sweetest fount, through grief'…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Lady of La Garaye — Caroline Sheridan Norton |
The Lady of La Garaye “HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be/ Alone and free,/ Uninterrupted by his mournful words,/ Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords/ Hung on a leafless tree,--/ He w…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Dramas in Miniature — Mathilde Blind |
Dramas in Miniature “Ay, break through every wall of sense,/ And pierce my flesh as nails did pierce/ Your bleeding limbs in anguish tense,/ And torture me with bliss so fierce,/ That self dies out, as…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Heather on Fire — Mathilde Blind |
The Heather on Fire “And this the bourne where Michael must be gone--/ Through here the crested portal leads alone/ Down the tall avenue, whose furrowed trees/ Have weathered the same tale of centuries…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Prophecy of Saint Oran and Other Poems — Mathilde Blind |
The Prophecy of Saint Oran and Other Poems “Impassive, though in silent wonder, stood/ The islesmen while these worshipped, on their shore,/ A thorn-crowned figure nailed upon the wood,/ From whose pierced side the dark bloo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Sons of the Soil — Sarah Stickney Ellis |
The Sons of the Soil “And not the preacher only, but the sage,/ And the stern satirist who condemns the age,/ The sentimentalist, and poet too,/ Have they not all one secret end in view?/ To please the …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Inebriety and the Candidate — George Crabbe |
Inebriety and the Candidate “Intoxication flies, as fury fled,/ On rooky pinions quits the aching head;/ Returning reason cools the fiery blood,/ And drives from memory's seat the rosy god./ Yet still he holds…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Woman Sold — Augusta Webster |
A Woman Sold “Sometimes he comes/ To see them: I have met him there. They say/ He's growing famous at the bar, rich too--/ A very rising man. I give you joy./ A husband with both means and merit…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Village and The Newspaper — George Crabbe |
The Village and The Newspaper “Here too the lawless merchant of the main/ Draws from his plough th' intoxicated swain;/ Want only claim'd the labour of the day,/ But vice now steals his nightly rest away./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Parish Register — George Crabbe |
The Parish Register “Here to interpret dreams we read the rules,/ Science our own! and never taught in schools;/ In moles and specks we Fortune's gifts discern,/ And Fate's fix'd will from Nature's wan…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Miscellaneous Poems — George Crabbe |
Miscellaneous Poems “My crime!--This sick'ning child to feed./ I seized the food, your witness saw;/ I knew your laws forbade the deed,/ But yielded to a stronger law.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Borough — George Crabbe |
The Borough “See! round the room, on every beam and balk,/ Are mingled scrolls of hieroglyphic chalk;/ Yet nothing heeded-- would one stroke suffice/ To blot out all, here honour is too nice,--…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Anthem for Doomed Youth — Wilfred Owen |
Anthem for Doomed Youth “What candles may be held to speed them all?/Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes/Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes./The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;/T…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems, by Wilfred Owen |
Poems, by Wilfred Owen “Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,/Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,/ And towards our distant rest …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Tales — George Crabbe |
Tales “This reasoning Maid, above her sex's dread,/ Had dared to read, and dared to say she read;/ Not the last novel, not the new-born play;/ Not the mere trash and scandal of the day;/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor — Wallace Irwin |
The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor “My Trolley hikes to Harlem p.d.q.,/ And picks up pikers all along the beat./ At six o'clock the aisles are full of feet,/ The straps with fingers, and the entire zoo/ Boils on the …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | HYMNS TO NIGHT — Adelbert Chamisso |
HYMNS TO NIGHT “For ever now from everything departed/ That here can swell the heart with sweet delight,/ Torn now from the beloved one, who, sad-hearted,/ On earth could but desire and grief exci…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Jr. — Wallace Irwin |
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Jr. “And true as Star and Star pursue their Course/ Must Rapture crumb to Ashes of Remorse:/ How many a Marriage License that is writ/ Has proved a legal Permit to Divorce!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Wyndham Towers — Thomas Bailey Aldrich |
Wyndham Towers “Perhaps because dull custom made her tame,/ Or that she was not comely in the bud,/ Her sweetness halting like a tardy May/ That wraps itself in mist, and seems not fair,/ For this…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Dreams and Dream Stories — Anna (Bonus) Kingsford |
Dreams and Dream Stories “"Some one has been murdered in this place!" I cried, and flew towards the door. Then, for the first time, I perceived that the door had neither lock nor handle on the outside, but …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Samson Agonistes — John Milton |
Samson Agonistes “Chor. Tax not divine disposal, wisest Men/ Have err'd, and by bad Women been deceiv'd;/ And shall again, pretend they ne're so wise./ Deject not then so overmuch thy self,/ Who has…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Shropshire Lad — A. E. Housman |
A Shropshire Lad “Then my soul within me/ Took up the blackbird's strain,/ And still beside the horses/ Along the dewy lane/ It Sang the song again:/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Five Books of Youth — Robert Hillyer |
The Five Books of Youth “This is the hour when all substantial foes/ Are exorcised and taunt the soul no more;/ Now thinner grows the veil between the shore/ Of vaster worlds and our calm garden close./ Th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Ascent of Man — Mathilde Blind |
The Ascent of Man “Curses came mingled with wails and reproofs,/ With doors banging to and the crashing of glass,/ With the baying of dogs and the clatter of hoofs,/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Ballad of Victory and Other Poems — Dollie Radford |
A Ballad of Victory and Other Poems “When for her tender healing ways,/ The women begged her help again,/ She answered, " In these bounteous days/ I may not let my love remain."/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Beggers Ape — Richard Niccols |
The Beggers Ape “In Summers pride did cast a cooling shade,/ Vnder whose leaues from Phoebus burning rayes/ Sweet birds sate singing their Melodious layes,/ There sate I downe vpon the grassy groun…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Birds of Passage — Mathilde Blind |
Birds of Passage “Birds of Passage hear the message and beneath the flying clouds,/ Mid the falling leaves of autumn, congregate in clamorous crowds./ Shall they venture on the voyage? are the nestl…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Blanche Lisle and Other Poems — Augusta Webster |
Blanche Lisle and Other Poems “THERE stood a ruined chapel all alone/ In a far corner of the ill-kept park,/ Almost forgotten now, though long agone/ It was a building of some name and mark,/ For here were sculp…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Ballads in Blue China — Andrew Lang |
Ballads in Blue China “Ye giant shades of RA and TUM,/ Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian,/ If murmurs of our planet come/ To exiles in the precincts wan/ Where, fetish or Olympian,/ To help or harm no more ye l…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Bundle of Ballads — Henry Morley |
A Bundle of Ballads “The bowmen mustered on the hills,/ Well able to endure;/ Their backsides all with special care/ That day were guarded sure.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Book of Rhyme — Augusta Webster |
A Book of Rhyme “Maybe in Gisors, round the fortress mead--/ Gisors where now, when fair-time brings its press,/ They seek the prisoner's tower to gaze and guess/ And love the work he made in lonel…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Bread Cast Upon the Waters — Charlotte Eliza Dixon |
Bread Cast Upon the Waters “Although my vesture is unbound,/ Up from my bed I rise delighted;/ My washed feet impress the ground,/ To let Him in to whom I'm plighted!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Cornelius Agrippa — Robert Southey |
Cornelius Agrippa “Full title: 'Cornelius Agrippa; A Ballad, of a Young Man that would Read Unlawful Books, and how he was Punished'…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Cumbrian Legends — Mrs. F. Ryves |
Cumbrian Legends “Full title: Cumbrian Legends; or, Tales of Other Times…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lepanto — G.K. Chesterton |
Lepanto “They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,/ From the temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;/ They rise in green robes roaring from the green h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Complete Poetical Works of Constance Naden |
The Complete Poetical Works of Constance Naden “Often my heart recalls the sacred time/ When fell the tresses of my nut-brown hair;/ But then will come--O God, forgive the crime!--/ That guilty question--Can I still be fair?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Ballad of Religion and Marriage — Amy Levy |
A Ballad of Religion and Marriage “Monogamous, still at our post,/ Reluctantly we undergo/ Domestic round of boiled and roast,/ Yet deem the whole proceeding slow./ Daily the secret murmurs grow;/ We are no more con…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Battle of Tewkesbury — CECILIA COOPER |
The Battle of Tewkesbury “Now, front to front, in Battle's dread array/ The Armies stand; a vale between them lay:--/ GLO'STER, in ambush, plac'd his chosen men/ Within a wood, that tower'd o'er the glen./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE — By G.K. Chesterton |
THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE “The fires of the Great Army/ That was made of iron men,/ Whose lights of sacrilege and scorn/ Ran around England red as morn,/ Fires over Glastonbury Thorn--/ Fires out on Ely Fen.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Forty-Two Poems — James Elroy Flecker |
Forty-Two Poems “In those good days when we were young and wise,/ You spake to music, you with the thoughtful eyes,/ And God looked down from heaven, pleased to hear/ A young man's song arise so fi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | For All Ladies of Shalott — ALINE KILMER |
For All Ladies of Shalott “The mirror cracked from side to side;/ I saw its silver shadows go./ "The curse has come on me!" she cried./ Poor lady! I had told her so./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | In the Days When the World Was Wide — Henry Lawson |
In the Days When the World Was Wide “The night too quickly passes/ And we are growing old,/ So let us fill our glasses/ And toast the Days of Gold;/ When finds of wondrous treasure/ Set all the South ablaze,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen: — Anne Grant |
Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen: “Then Russian bards the Wolga's banks along,/ Shall pour the tide of emulative song;/ Smolensko's bloody field shall rise to view,/ And Borodino's laurels bloom anew;/ Then shall th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Endimion and Phoebe — Michael Drayton |
Endimion and Phoebe “IN I-onia whence sprang old Poets fame,/ From whom that Sea did first deriue her name,/ The blessed bed whereon the Muses lay,/ Beauty of Greece, the pride of Asia,/ Whence Archela…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Female Poems On Several Occasions — Ephelia |
Female Poems On Several Occasions “Those that can tell Heaven's Joy, when News is brought/ That some Poor Sinner's dear Conversion's wrought,/ Might tell our Raptured Ecstasies, when we/ Received the News, that you …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Epistles on Women — Lucy Aikin |
Epistles on Women “Come then, my friend; my devious way pursue;/ Pierce every clime, and search all ages through;/ Stretch wide and wider yet thy liberal mind,/ And grasp the sisterhood of womankind:…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | For the Creche — GK Chesterton |
For the Creche “They have brightened our room, that is spacious and cool,/ With diagrams used in the Idiot School,/ And Books for the Blind that will teach us to see;/ But mother is happy, for mot…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Forest Sanctuary and Other Poems — Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans |
The Forest Sanctuary and Other Poems “THE voices of my home!--I hear them still!/ They have been with me through the dreamy night--/ The blessed household voices, wont to fill/ My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd de…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Fugitive Verses — Joanna Baillie |
Fugitive Verses “The birds now quit their holes and lurking sheds,/ Most mute and melancholy, where through night,/ All nestling close to keep each other warm,/ In downy sleep they had forgot their…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Funeral Blues — W. H. Auden |
Funeral Blues “Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead/ Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,/ Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,/ Let the traffic policemen wear bla…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Garland of Good Will — Thomas Deloney |
The Garland of Good Will “Young was I loued;/ No affection moued/ My heart or mind to giue or yeeld/ to their consenting./ My Parents thinking richly for to wed me,/ Forcing me to that which caused/ my repe…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Gentle Shepherd, a Scotch Pastoral — Allan Ramsay |
The Gentle Shepherd, a Scotch Pastoral “ROGER./I'm born, O Patie, to an adverse fate!/ I'm born to strive with hardships sad and great./ Tempests may cease to dash the rolling flood,/ The rav'n and fox to long for lambki…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Grass of Parnassus — Andrew Lang |
Grass of Parnassus “Nay, not in Kor, but in whatever spot,/ In town or field, or by the insatiate sea,/ Men brood on buried loves, and unforgot,/ Or break themselves on some divine decree,/ Or would o…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Hand in the Dark and Other Poems — Ada Cambridge |
The Hand in the Dark and Other Poems “On, on, transfixed and swooning, without check,/ To the lee shore of that bedazzling wall,/ Until they strike, and break in utter wreck, And founder all./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | I Watched the Heavens — Caroline Clive |
I Watched the Heavens “So saying, on the ground his form he threw,/ And gnash'd the herbs around him in his woe,/ Then his clench'd hand towards the skies he threw,/ And gibber'd words like hate, but sho…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Highlanders, and Other Poems. — Anne MacVicar Grant |
The Highlanders, and Other Poems. “NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,/ From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;/ And hear! the sage oraculous declare,/ Tis time the summer-flitting to prepare:/ The s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Hours of Solitude. A Collection of Original Poems, V1 — Charlotte Dacre |
Hours of Solitude. A Collection of Original Poems, V1 “For long I thought all feeling gone;/ Disgust had seiz'd my heart:/ I view'd the selfish world with scorn,/ But pride conceal'd my smart--/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Hours of Solitude, VII — Charlotte Dacre |
Hours of Solitude, VII “Her eyes they laugh malice while slily she speaks,/ And affects to inquire what she knows;/ Her heart well can answer the question she seeks,/ And the cause whence that sorrow aros…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Lady of La Garaye — Caroline Sheridan Norton |
The Lady of La Garaye “A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze/ That murmurs welcome in the bending trees,/ When the cold shadowy foe of life departs,/ And the warm blood flows freely through our h…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lay of an Irish Harp — Lady Sydney Morgan |
Lay of an Irish Harp “WHAT need'st thou ask, or I reply?/ Mere WORDS are for the stupid many;/ I've ever thought a speaking look/ The sweetest eloquence of any!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lays and Legends — E. Nesbit |
Lays and Legends “And at last her voice, half breathless, faltered, broke upon his name,/ And two tears fell from her lashes on the roses at her breast,/ Far more potent in their silence than her pr…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Legends and Lyrics 1st Series — Adelaide Ann Proctor |
Legends and Lyrics 1st Series “Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her,/ "Grief will pass away, Hope for fairer times in future,/ And forget to-day." -/ Tell her, if you will, that sorrow / Need not come in vain;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Legends and Lyrics 2nd Series — Adelaide Ann Proctor |
Legends and Lyrics 2nd Series “A weary woman,/ Pale, worn, and thin,/ With the brand upon her/ Of want and sin,/ Heard the Child Angel/ And took her in./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Liberty Lyrics — Louisa Sarah Bevington |
Liberty Lyrics “Peace on our earth! Men reconciled/ To Law that bids them be;/ O holy freedom! final faith!/ O sacred certainty!/ I sometimes think the road to it/ Lies through Gethsemane.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Light Load — Dollie Radford |
A Light Load “SHE comes through the meadow yonder,/ Her face is turned to the west,/ And I divine how her clear eyes shine/ With the light of a lasting rest;/ And the rays of the sun-set wander/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Miscellaneous Ballads — Thomas Deloney |
Miscellaneous Ballads “My closen eies could not his sight abide;/ My tender youth did lothe his aged side:/ Scant could I taste the meate whereon he fed;/ My legges did lothe to lodge within his bed./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Morgan Le Fay — MADISON CAWEIN |
Morgan Le Fay “For all her looks were full of spells,/ And all her words, of sorcery;/ And in some way they seemed to say,/ "Oh, come with me!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | MORDRED, A TRAGEDY — HENRY NEWBOLT |
MORDRED, A TRAGEDY “Lancelot. Nay, do not trouble him:/ Gawaine's his brother still;/ I could not bear/ To gain the tidings of our rich content/ From him that's beggared by it. Yonder's the guard,/ We…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | At the Palace of King Lot — OSCAR FAY ADAMS |
At the Palace of King Lot “Lot, King of Orkney in the Northern seas,/ Long ere the time when, fighting sword in hand/ 'Gainst Arthur in the barons' wars he made/ His name to all true men a byword like/ A thi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Elaine and Elaine — ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS |
Elaine and Elaine “Dead, she drifted to his feet./ Tell us, Love, is Death so sweet?…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Strange Histories — Thomas Deloney |
Strange Histories “A Trecherous deede forthwith I shall you tell,/ Which on King John vpon a sudden fell:/ To Lincolneshire proceeding on his way,/ At Swinestead Abby, one whole night he lay./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | In Summer-Time — Dollie Radford |
In Summer-Time “To where the stream for ever springs,/ So clear and bright,/ From some sweet store of precious things/ Far out of sight.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE TALE OF BALEN — ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |
THE TALE OF BALEN “Swift as a shadow and strange as light/ That cleaves in twain the shadow of night/ Before the wide-winged word takes flight/ That thunder speaks to depth and height/ And quells the…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The House of Life — Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
The House of Life “Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone/ And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play/ In idle scornful hours he flings away;/ And some that listen to his lure's soft tone/ D…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Op. I. — Dorothy L. Sayers |
Op. I. “Only one painter could have painted thee,/ Still mother with the unimpassioned eyes,/ Dark with the mystery Of many centuries,/ Couldst thou have walked in a woman's guise/ Under t…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Manor House and Other Poems — Ada Cambridge |
The Manor House and Other Poems “She saw another night--a hot, bright night--/ A night of years ago--danced out in joy/ 'Neath the low roof-tree of a planter's house/ In fair Antigua's bosom;--saw the stars,/ Larg…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Minor Poet and Other Verse — Amy Levy |
A Minor Poet and Other Verse “I MAY not weep, not weep, and he is dead./ A weary, weary weight of tears unshed/ Through the long day in my sad heart I bear ;/ The horrid sun with all unpitying glare/ Shines dow…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Mother and Daughter — Augusta Webster |
Mother and Daughter “Oh weary hearts! Poor mothers that look back!/ So outcasts from the vale where they were born/ Turn on their road and, with a joy forlorn,/ See the far roofs below their arid track…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | New Collected Rhymes — Andrew Lang |
New Collected Rhymes “"Remember great Montrose, Willie,/ Remember fair Dundee,/ And strike one stroke at the foreign foes/ Of the King that's on the sea./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Orchestra — Sir John Davies |
Orchestra “Or if this (All) which round about we see/ (As idle Morpheus some sicke braines hath taught)/ Of vndeuided motes compacted bee,/ How was this goodly Architecture wrought?/ Or by wh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Poetical Olio — Elizabeth Beverley |
A Poetical Olio “Or dost thou fear the sea's rough wave,/ May thy dear Henry's life destroy?/ Trust me, Providence can save/ His life, to give his Anna joy.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Pomander of Verse — E. Nesbit |
A Pomander of Verse “THE silver birch is a dainty lady,/ She wears a satin gown;/ The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady,/ She will not live in town./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Portraits — Augusta Webster |
Portraits “"ANSWERED a score of times." Oh, looked for teacher, is this all you will teach me? I in the dark reaching my hand for you to help me forth to the happy sunshine where you stand, "…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Prayer in Darkness — G.K. Chesterton |
A Prayer in Darkness “This much, O heaven--if I should brood or rave,/ Pity me not; but let the world be fed,/ Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,/ Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Rainbow and the Rose — E. Nesbit |
The Rainbow and the Rose “OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green,/ Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air,/ There, where you fled and I followed--you ever unseen,/ Yet each glad pul…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir |
R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir “Who menaced me with blows, and cried/ `Come on! come on!' O Paian, Healer,/ Then but for thee I must have died,/ Beloved Peeler!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Roadside Harp — Louise Imogen Guiney |
A Roadside Harp “Intense upon his heedless head/ Frowns Agamenticus,/ Knowing of Heaven's challenger/ The answer: even thus/ The Patience that is hid on high/ Doth stoop to master us.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | LITTLE SEAL-SKIN — Eliza Keary |
LITTLE SEAL-SKIN “THE Fisherman walked up the hill,/ His boat lay on the sand,/ His net was on his shoulder still,/ His home a mile inland./ And as he walked amongst the whin/ He saw a little white …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Sing-Song — Christina Rossetti |
Sing-Song “What will you give me for my pound?/ Full twenty shillings round./ What will you give me for my shilling?/ Twelve pence to give I'm willing./ What will you give me for my penny?/ F…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs of Love and Empire — E. Nesbit |
Songs of Love and Empire “SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady/ Upon his marriage morn,/ Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are,/ Her hair was gold like corn./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs and Sonnets — Mathilde Blind |
Songs and Sonnets “O MOON, large golden summer moon,/ Hanging between the linden trees,/ Which in the intermittent breeze/ Beat with the rhythmic pulse of June!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs and Other Verses — Dollie Radford |
Songs and Other Verses “YEAR after year I sit for them,/ The boys and girls who come and go,/ Although my beauty's diadem/ Has lain for many seasons low./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs of Travel — Robert Louis Stevenson |
Songs of Travel “THE infinite shining heavens/ Rose and I saw in the night/ Uncountable angel stars/ Showering sorrow and light./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke — C.J. Dennis |
The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke “But, 'struth, the wimmin! 'Ow they love this frill!/ Fer Auntie Liz, an' Mar, o' course, wus there;/ An' Mar's two uncles' wives, an' Cousin Lil,/ An' 'arf a dozen more to grin and…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Eighteen Hundred and Eleven — Anna Letitia Aikin Barbauld |
Eighteen Hundred and Eleven “Bounteous in vain, with frantic man at strife,/ Glad Nature pours the means--the joys of life;/ In vain with orange blossoms scents the gale,/ The hills with olives clothes, with c…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Dramatic Studies — Augusta Webster |
Dramatic Studies “MY wedding day! A simple happy wife,/ Stolen from her husband's sight a little while/ To think how much she loved him, might so kneel/ Alone with God and love a little while,/ (For…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Emigrants, a Poem — Charlotte Turner Smith |
The Emigrants, a Poem “SLOW in the Wintry Morn, the struggling light/ Throws a faint gleam upon the troubled waves;/ Their foaming tops, as they approach the shore/ And the broad surf that never ceasing …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Enchanted Tulips and Other Verses for Children — Maud Keary |
Enchanted Tulips and Other Verses for Children “BUILD me a house of fairy ginger-bread,/ Covered with candied fruits and sugarplums--/ Fruits that decay not when November comes--/ Sparkling and juicy, purple and gold and red./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Young Gardeners' Kalendar — Dollie Radford |
The Young Gardeners' Kalendar “Passion-flowers in sober beauty,/ Through the trellis twine and twist,/ And the stocks breathe out their fragrance/ Near the sweet love-in-a-mist;/ Where the bees all day for gladn…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Essays in Rhyme on Morals and Manners — Jane Taylor |
Essays in Rhyme on Morals and Manners “At last the tea came up, and so,/ With that, our tongues began to go./ Now, in that house, you're sure of knowing/ The smallest scrap of news that's going;/ We find it there the wi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Spirits in Bondage — C. S. Lewis |
Spirits in Bondage “I am Nature, the Mighty Mother,/ I am the law: ye have none other./ I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh,/ I am the lust in your itching flesh./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Verses and Translations — C. S. C. |
Verses and Translations “May my dreams be granted never?/ Must I aye endure affliction/ Rarely realised, if ever,/ In our wildest works of fiction?/ Madly Romeo loved his Juliet;/ Copperfield began to pine…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Xantippe and Other Verse — Amy Levy |
Xantippe and Other Verse “O ye nobles of the palace ! O ye gallant-hearted lords !/ Who would stoop for Leila's kerchief, or for Clementina's gloves,/ Who would rise up all indignant, with your shining shea…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Yorkshire Dialect Poems — F.W. Moorman |
Yorkshire Dialect Poems “When at hame wi' dad,/ We niver had nae fun, sir,/ Which meade me sae mad,/ I swore away I'd run, sir./ I pack'd up clease sae smart,/ Ribbed stockings, weastcoats pretty;/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Chiefly a Dialogue — Louisa Bevington |
Chiefly a Dialogue “"How shall I fill this church of mine/ "On which my power depends?"--/ "Say what old Mammon wants to hear,/ "And he will help your ends."/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A London Plane-Tree and Other Verse — Amy Levy |
A London Plane-Tree and Other Verse “HERE, where your garden fenced about and still is,/ Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet/ With mixed delight of lavender and lilies,/ Dreaming I linger in the noontide heat.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems, on Various Subjects — Eliza Daye |
Poems, on Various Subjects “New charms still nearer views display'd,/ As onward goes the artless-maid;/ Each flatt'ring scene subdued its part,/ And shared the feelings of her heart,/ And now the form appear'…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Strange Histories — Thomas Deloney |
Strange Histories “THrice woe is me vnhappy Queene,/ thus to offend my princely Lord:/ My foule offence too plaine is seene,/ and of good people most abhord:/ I doe confesse my fault it was,/ these b…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Veils — Eleanor Anne Porden Franklin |
The Veils “WHILE on the waves the earliest sunbeam play'd,/ Miranda rose, and by their margin stray'd,/ Impatient of her friend's expected aid,/ When on the tide she view'd a bark that bore/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Voice From the Factories — Caroline Sheridan Norton |
A Voice From the Factories “Have we forgotten our own infancy,/ That joys so simple are to them denied?--/ Our boyhood's hopes--our wanderings far and free,/ Where yellow gorse-bush left the common wide/ And …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The White-Rose Wreath — Harriet Emma Burton |
The White-Rose Wreath “VEIL'D in monastic shades profound,/ In vain my spirit sighs:/ And hush'd in forced forgetfulness,/ Each thought and feeling lies./ No more for me the glorious light/ Unfolds the j…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Wild Wreath — Mary Elizabeth Robinson |
The Wild Wreath “HARD by the limpid Conway's murm'ring stream/ A cottage stood, by thickest trees surrounded;/ The creeping vine, o'er lattic'd windows twining,/ Gave a soft light, when low the sun…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Elegies and Other Small Poems — Mary Matilda Betham |
Elegies and Other Small Poems “AH me! the yellow western sky turns pale,/ And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn;/ And yet I hear not in the silent vale,/ A sound to tell me Arthur does return./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lines Addressed to Lady Byron — Mary Cockle |
Lines Addressed to Lady Byron “WHEN suffering virtue heaves the secret sigh,/ Or turns to heav'n alone the imploring eye,/ And, in the agony of struggling woe,/ Bids the full tear of silent sorrow flow,/ Ask whe…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lilian Gray: a Poem — Augusta Webster |
Lilian Gray: a Poem “YES, rosebud sister, smiling into bloom/ Beneath the sunshine of a happy love,/ I hold with you there is indeed no shame/ To any woman-soul to say "I love;"/ But rather is she perf…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Ballads — Robert Louis Stevenson |
Ballads “Improved text, supersedes earlier version.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems of Sidney Lanier |
Poems of Sidney Lanier “Shall self-wrapt husbands aye forget/ Kiss-pardons for the daily fret/ Wherewith sweet wifely eyes are wet--/ Blind to lips kiss-wise set--/ Fair Lady?/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Southern Poems — ed. by Charles William Kent |
Southern Poems “Vast collection, includes Poe, Key, Lanier.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Poetical Works of George M. Horton |
The Poetical Works of George M. Horton “Blown up with painful care, and hard to light,/ A glimmering torch, blown in a moment out;/ Suspended by a webb, an angler's bait,/ Floating at stake along the stream of chance,/ S…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL — JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |
THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL “The drawbridge dropped with a surly clang,/ And through the dark arch a charger sprang,/ Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight,/ In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright/ It seem…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Phantasmagoria and Other Poems — Lewis Carroll |
Phantasmagoria and Other Poems “Improved text, supersedes earlier version.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England, by Robert Bell |
Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England, by Robert Bell “Improved text, supersedes earlier version.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Evolution of Expression Vol. I — Charles Wesley Emerson |
The Evolution of Expression Vol. I “Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,/ And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side;/ But in his duty prompt at every call,/ He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all;…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Wilhelm Tell — Friedrich von Schiller |
Wilhelm Tell “GESSL./ Then, Tell, since at a hundred yards thou canst/ Bring down the apple from the tree, thou shalt/ Approve thy skill before me. Take thy bow--/ Thou hast it there at hand--ma…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Cowley's Essays |
Cowley's Essays “Since we cannot attain to greatness, says the Sieur de Montaigne, let us have our revenge by railing at it; this he spoke but in jest. I believe he desired it no more than I do, an…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Locrine - A Tragedy — Algernon Charles Swinburne |
Locrine - A Tragedy “LOCRINE./This light of dawn is like an evil dream's/ That comes and goes and is not. Yea, and thus/ Our hope on both sides wavering dares allow/ No light but fire to bid us die or …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Ballads and Lyrics of Old France: with other Poems |
Ballads and Lyrics of Old France: with other Poems “Fair flower of fifteen springs, that still/ Art scarcely blossomed from the bud,/ Yet hast such store of evil will,/ A heart so full of hardihood,/ Seeking to hide in friendly wise…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | A Lover's Diary — Gilbert Parker |
A Lover's Diary “A woman's hand. Lo, I am thankful now/ That with its touch I have walked all my days;/ Rising from fateful and forbidden ways,/ To find a woman's hand upon my brow;/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Embers — Gilbert Parker |
Embers “Give, me the light heart, Heaven above!/ Give me the hand of a friend,/ Give me one high fine spirit to love,/ I'll abide my fate to the end:/ I will help where I can, I will cheri…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Grey Brethren and Other Fragments in Prose and Verse — Michael Fairless |
The Grey Brethren and Other Fragments in Prose and Verse “The leaves fall softly: a wind of sighs/ Whispers the world's infirmities,/ Whispers the tale of the waning years,/ While slow mists gather in shrouding tears/ On All Souls' Day; a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Englishman and Other Poems — Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
The Englishman and Other Poems “Just a changing sea of colour/ Surging up and flowing down;/ And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;/ And a sun-burst-tinted throng/ Of young priests that move along/ Under sun…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Pike Country Ballads and Other Poems — John Hay |
Pike Country Ballads and Other Poems “Long years ago, when the Devil was loose/ And faith was sorely tried,/ Three monks of Basle went out to walk/ In the quiet eventide./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott |
Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott “Glowing with love, on fire for fame/ A Troubadour that hated sorrow/ Beneath his lady's window came,/ And thus he sung his last good-morrow:/ "My arm it is my country's right,/ My …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Legends of San Francisco — George W. Caldwell |
The Legends of San Francisco “Would you know the mystic legend/ Of the peaks of San Francisco--/ Of the Twin Peaks standing Guardian/ Of the gay and careless city,/ Ever laughing by the gateway/ Of our Golden C…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems — by Alice Meynell |
Poems “My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own,/Into thy garden; thine be happy hours/Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers,/From root to crowning petal, thine alone.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Later Poems — Alice Meynell |
Later Poems “Along the graceless grass of town/ They rake the rows of red and brown,/ Dead leaves, unlike the rows of hay,/ Delicate, neither gold nor grey,/ Raked long ago and far away.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Tobogganing On Parnassus — Franklin P. Adams |
Tobogganing On Parnassus “Your conduct, naughty Chloris, is/ Not just exactly Horace's/ Ideal of a lady/ At the shady/ Time of life;/ You mustn't throw your soul away/ On foolishness, like Pholoe--/ Her day…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Bars and Shadows — Ralph Chaplin |
Bars and Shadows “Full title: BARS AND SHADOWS THE PRISON POEMS OF RALPH CHAPLIN…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Playful Poems — Henry Morley |
Playful Poems “In ancient Chronicle I read:-/ About a King, as it must need,/ There was of Knights and of Squiërs/ Great rout, and eke of Officers./ Some for a long time him had served,/ And thou…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems of American Patriotism — Brander Matthews (Editor) |
Poems of American Patriotism “Of her bold contempt of danger/ Greene and Lee's Brigades could tell,/ Every one knew "Captain Molly,"/ And the army loved her well./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry — Edmund Goldsmid |
Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry “Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate!/ When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish,/ To bear the scornful fair one's hate,/ Nor dare disclose his anguish./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Bitter-Sweet — J. G. Holland |
Bitter-Sweet “What is the little one thinking about?/ Very wonderful things, no doubt./ Unwritten history!/ Unfathomed mystery!/ Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks,/ And chuckles and c…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Fables for the Frivolous — Guy Whitmore Carryl |
Fables for the Frivolous “As thus he sat beneath an oak/ An acorn fell abruptly/ And smote his nose: whereat he spoke/ Of acorns most corruptly./ "Great Scott!" he cried. "The Dickens!" too,/ And other auth…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Right Royal — John Masefield |
Right Royal “Now that was strange; and, what was stranger, this./ I know he tried to say those words of his,/ 'It is my day'; and Harding turned to me,/ 'It is his day to-day, that's plain to s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs of Kabir — Rabindranath Tagore (trans.) |
Songs of Kabir “The river and its waves are one/ surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?/ When the wave rises, it is the water; and when it falls, it is/ the same water agai…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Perpetual Light — William Rose Benet |
Perpetual Light “Our shadows moved before us on the road./ The trees that watched us brooded dark and still,/ Streaked by the frost with phosphorescent gray./ Chill followed sharply on a gorgeous d…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Verses and Rhymes by the way — Nora Pembroke |
Verses and Rhymes by the way “We little children join to praise/ The Holy Child of endless days./ The Lord of glory undefiled/ Was once like us a little child./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Watchers of the Sky — Alfred Noyes |
Watchers of the Sky “Even from the first,/ He made his enemies of those almost-minds/ Who chanced upon some new thing in the dark/ And could not see its meaning, for he saw,/ Always, the law illumining…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems of the Heart and Home — Mrs. J.C. Yule |
Poems of the Heart and Home “O throbbing heart, be still!/ Canst thou not bear/ The heavy dash of Memory's troubled tide,/ Long sternly pent, but broken forth again,/ Sweeping all barriers ruthlessly aside,/ A…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems and Songs — Bjornstjerne Bjornson |
Poems and Songs “It was such a lovely sunshine-day,/ The house and the yard couldn't hold me;/ I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,/ In cradle of fancy rolled me;/ But there were ants, and gnats…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems — Kate Seymour Maclean |
The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems “I wonder what he is thinking/ In the ploughing field all day./ He watches the heads of his oxen,/ And never looks this way.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Gardener — Rabindranath Tagore |
The Gardener “You walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your/ hip./ Why did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your/ fluttering veil?/ That gleaming look from th…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Kiltartan Poetry Book — Lady Gregory |
The Kiltartan Poetry Book “As to the Seven Heavens that are around the earth, the first of them is the bright cloudy heaven that is the nearest and that has shining out of it the moon and the scattering of s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Nonsenseorship — G. G. Putnam |
Nonsenseorship “I hope they're satisfied./ They can prove that the Johnstown flood,/ And the blizzard of 1888,/ And the destruction of Pompeii/ Were all due to alcohol./ They have it figured out/ …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Nets to Catch the Wind — Elinor Wylie |
Nets to Catch the Wind “I saw the dead girl cringe and whine,/ And cower in the weeping air--/ But, oh, she was no kin of mine,/ And so I did not care!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Humourous Poetry of the English Language — James Parton |
The Humourous Poetry of the English Language “O thou grim mischief-making chiel,/ That gars the notes of discord squeel,/ 'Till daft mankind aft dance a reel/ In gore a shoe-thick;--/ Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal/ A towm…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Canadian Wild Flowers — Helen M. Johnson |
Canadian Wild Flowers “When the youthful knee is bent,/ And to heaven is humbly sent/ Grateful prayer,--/ Bending from his throne above/ Full of tenderness and love/ God is there!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Old Spookses' Pass — Isabella Valancy Crawford |
Old Spookses' Pass “"Soul of my soul, or is it night/ Or is it dawn or is it day?/ I see no more nor dark nor light,/ I hear no more the distant fray."/ "'Tis Dawn," she whispers: "Dawn at last!/ Brig…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Gododdin Poems — William F. Skene |
The Gododdin Poems “The men went to Catraeth with the day:/ Have not the best of battles their disgrace?/ They made biers a matter of necessity./ With blades full of vigour in defence of Baptism./ Thi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Heroic Romances of Ireland Volume 1 — A. H. Leahy |
Heroic Romances of Ireland Volume 1 “Then that lady rose behind Manannan as he passed, and Manannan greeted her: "O lady!" he said, "which wilt thou do? wilt thou depart with me, or abide here until Cuchulain comes to…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Heroic Romances of Ireland Volume 2 — A. H. Leahy |
Heroic Romances of Ireland Volume 2 “"Trust us well," answered Conall, "that raid will we do!/And the castle they sought, and the snake at them flew:/ For it darted on Conall, and twined round his waist;/ Yet the whol…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems — Vachel Lindsay |
The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems “Then came the black-mammoth chief:/ Long-haired and shaggy and great,/ Proud and sagacious he marshalled his court:/ (You had sent him your parrots of state.)/ His trunk in rebelli…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Anne Bradstreet and Her Time — Helen Campbell |
Anne Bradstreet and Her Time “Much of the depression evident in Anne Bradstreet's earlier verses came from the circumstances of her family life. No woman could have been less fitted to bear absence from those n…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs of Labor and Other Poems — Morris Rosenfeld |
Songs of Labor and Other Poems “Within the court, before the judge,/ There stand six wretched creatures,/ Theyre lame and weary, one and all,/ With pinched and pallid features./ The father is a broken man,/ The m…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Canada and Other Poems — T.F. Young |
Canada and Other Poems “The fairest flowers often fade,/ And die, alas! too soon,/ Ere half their life is sped, they droop,/ And wither in their bloom./…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | In Divers Tones — Charles G. D. Roberts |
In Divers Tones “O Falterer, let thy past convince/ Thy future,--all the growth, the gain,/ The fame since Cartier knew thee, since/ Thy shores beheld Champlain!…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Lays from the West — M. A. Nicholl |
Lays from the West “Oh! shadowy time of dreams, and mysteries,/ And longing hopes! Far in the dark blue skies/ The star-worlds glimmer brightly through the night;/ The flowers are sleeping that at clo…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Rose and Roof-Tree — George Parsons Lathrop |
Rose and Roof-Tree “Then, the slow and pleasant murmur/ Of its subsiding,/ As the pulse of the storm beats firmer,/ And the steady rain/ Drops into a cadenced chiding./ Deep-breathing rain,/ The sad a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Giant Hours With Poet Preachers — William L. Stidger |
Giant Hours With Poet Preachers “He finds God. There is no uncertainty about it. From childhood to Godhood has the poet come, and we have come with him. It has been a triumphant journey upward. But we have not bee…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales In Verse — Thomas Cowherd |
The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales In Verse “Full title: THE EMIGRANT MECHANIC AND OTHER TALES IN VERSE, TOGETHER WITH Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Barbers — William Hutton |
The Barbers “By fortune is your honour grown/ O'er heads much taller than your own;./ You win the race obtain the prize,/ From legs of far superior size./ Yet you are the same in every look,/ M…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Legends of Saint Patrick — Aubrey de Vere |
The Legends of Saint Patrick “Their stony organs o'er the lonely main./ And trembles yet the pilgrim, noting at eve/ The pride Fomorian, and that Giant Way/ Trending toward eastern Alba. From his throne/ Above …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | BALLADS, DONE INTO ENGLISH, FROM THE FRENCH OF FRANCOIS VILLON |
BALLADS, DONE INTO ENGLISH, FROM THE FRENCH OF FRANCOIS VILLON “Includes translations by Swinburne, Rossetti and John Payne.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Along the Shore — Rose Hawthorne Lathrop |
Along the Shore “O girl of spring! O spring of love!/ Let silent violets be the speech/ From you to me, and let them prove/ What maiden silence will not teach!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Memories of Canada and Scotland — John Douglas Sutherland Campbell |
Memories of Canada and Scotland “Of wind which tore the hissing waves,/ And howled o'er mountains bare;/ Where swollen burns in feathery clouds/ Were dashed into the air./ Of one wet rock, of horror wild,/ When sh…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Edgar and Elfrida; or the Power of Beauty — William Hutton |
Edgar and Elfrida; or the Power of Beauty “How few there are, in this frail state,/ Their joys and woes can estimate?/ When you examine friend, or brother,/ "Their trouble's greater than another."/ The reason we can eas'ly …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Dreams and Days: Poems — George Parsons Lathrop |
Dreams and Days: Poems “Spectre-like Famine drew near;/ Her doom-word hummed in his ear:/ Ah, weak were woman's hands to reach/ And save him from the hellish charms/ And wizard motion of those arms!/…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Home Lyrics — Hannah. S. Battersby |
Home Lyrics “For I knew that the beautiful message,/ Came from fond nature's glorious king,/ So I linked it in rhythmical measure,/ For you, my own darling, to sing./ And as your clear voice gi…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | An American Papyrus — Steven Sills |
An American Papyrus “And that a computer course would answer it all;/ Far from the Netherland psychologists who/ Stares at her ebony reflection/ In Rothko Chapel's dyed pool;/ Apart from others, and no…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Old Ballads — Selected by Beverly Nichols |
Old Ballads “And first, quo' the king, when I'm in this stead,/ With my crowne of golde so faire on my head,/ Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe,/ Thou must tell me to one penny what I a…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Last Poems — A. E. Housman |
Last Poems “Oh let not man remember/ The soul that God forgot,/ But fetch the county kerchief/ And noose me in the knot,/ And I will rot.…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Poems — Madison Cawein |
Poems “O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!/ And stars, that knew how often there at night/ Beside the path, where woodbine odors blew/ Between the drowsy eyelids of the dusk,--/ W…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Departmental Ditties and Barrack Room Ballads — Kipling |
Departmental Ditties and Barrack Room Ballads “Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,/ Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;/ But there is neither East nor West, Border, n…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Erotica Romana — Johann Wolfgang Goethe |
Erotica Romana “Kindling autumnal fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace/ (How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!)/ Strikes me especially pleasant this evening. Before all my…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | The Poet's Poet — Elizabeth Atkins |
The Poet's Poet “Full title: THE POET'S POET Essays on the Character and Mission of the Poet As Interpreted in English Verse of the Last One Hundred and Fifty Years…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | English Poetry in the Twentieth Century — William Lyon Phelps |
English Poetry in the Twentieth Century “Robert Browning, whose normality in appearance and conversation pleased sensible folk and shocked idolaters, summed up in two stanzas the difference between the popular conception …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Purgatory — Mary Anne Madden Sadlier |
Purgatory “Full title: PURGATORY: Doctrinal, Historical and Poetical,…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Moorish Literature — Various |
Moorish Literature “I would die to make thee happy, tho' thy lot I might not share!/ Then, though I should fail to lift the burden on my darling laid,/ Though I could not prove my love by rescuing my …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | National Epics — Kate Milner Rabb |
National Epics “Saum, who had lived to regret his foolish and wicked act, was told in a dream that his son still lived, and was being cared for by the Simurgh. He accordingly sought the nest, and …” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |
| Various authors | Songs Of Two Nations — Algernon Charles Swinburne |
Songs Of Two Nations “Who shall help me? who shall take me by the hand?/ Who shall teach mine eyes to see, my feet to stand,/ Now my foes have stripped and wounded me by night?/ Who shall heal me? who s…” Read it free at Project Gutenberg Find old printed copies at the Internet Archive | |