Archives for 1800s
A Pause of Thought by Christina Rossetti
A Pause of Thought by Christina Rossetti
I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth:
But years must pass before ...
The Figure-Head by Herman Melville
The Figure-Head
by Herman Melville
The Charles-and-Emma seaward sped,
(Named from the carven pair at prow,)
He so smart, and a curly head,
She tricked forth as a bride knows how:
Pretty stem for the port, ...
Nightingales by Robert Bridges
Nightingales
Robert Bridges
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come,
And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom
Ye learn your song:
Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there,
Among the ...
The Poet and the Lily by A. B. S. Tennyson
The Poet and the Lily by A. B. S. Tennyson
A poet was born in a modern time,
'Neath Saturn and his Rings,
He was a child of the world's prime,
Knew all ...
Only A Woman’s Hair by Lewis Carroll
Only A Woman's Hair
by Lewis Carroll
‘Only a woman’s hair’! Fling it aside!
A bubble on Life’s mighty stream:
Heed it not, man, but watch the broadening tide
Bright with the western beam.
Nay! In ...
Revolutions by Matthew Arnold
Revolutions
by Matthew Arnold
Before man parted for this earthly strand,
While yet upon the verge of heaven he stood,
God put a heap of letters in his hand,
And bade him make with them ...
One Day by Rupert Brooke
One Day
by Rupert Brooke
Today I have been happy. All the day
I held the memory of you, and wove
Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,
And sowed the sky with ...
Far Off-Shore by Herman Melville
Far Off-Shore
by Herman Melville
Look, the raft, a signal flying,
Thin—a shred;
None upon the lashed spars lying,
Quick or dead.
Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over,
'Crew, the crew?'
And the billow, reckless, rover,
...
“LUCY” by Oliver Wendell Holmes
'LUCY'
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
'Lucy.'—The old familiar name
Is now, as always, pleasant,
Its liquid melody the same
Alike in past or present;
Let others call you what they will,
I know you'll let me use ...
Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may ...
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, ...
A Valentine by Lewis Carroll
A Valentine
by Lewis Carroll
And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting?
And must ...
The Night March by Herman Melville
The Night March
by Herman Melville
With banners furled and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute
The dark with bright.
In silence deep the legions stream,
...
To Milton by Oscar Wilde
To Milton
by Oscar Wilde
Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age ...
The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe
The Sleeper
by Edgar Allan Poe
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon ...
The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant
The West Wind
by William Cullen Bryant
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high,
And hear the breezes of the West
Among the threaded foliage sigh.
Sweet Zephyr! ...
The Hero by Siegfried Sassoon
The Hero
by Siegfried Sassoon
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the Mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered ...
Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot
Conversation Galante
by T. S. Eliot
I observe: 'Our sentimental friend the moon
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to ...
XXVI by Emily Dickinson
XXVI.
The farthest thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But ...
The Past-Present by Walt Whitman
The Past-Present
by Walt Whitman
I was looking a long while for the history of the past for myself, and for
these chants—and now I have found it.
It is not in those ...