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english/wiltonri/Z300538828 | 750,384 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilton, Richard, b. 1827 | 1,827 | O all ye Fowls of the air, bless ye the Lord; praise Him and magnify Him for ever. | 1,857 | 14 | Benedicite [1889] | &indent;Bless ye the Lord in joyful lays; | y | null | 1800-1850 | O all you Birds of various wing,
Bless you the Lord in joyful lays;
Whether in some dim forest-maze,
Unseen yourselves, your voices ring:
Or up through azure heights you spring,
Bearing aloft melodious praise:
O all you Birds of various wing,
Bless you the Lord in joyful lays.
Whether in garden-nooks y... |
c20-english/binyonro/Z200732073 | 269,570 | null | English Poetry | Binyon, Laurence, 1869-1943. | 1,869 | HISTORY | 1,899 | 14 | The North Star and Other Poems: By Laurence Binyon (1941) | Time has stored all, but keeps his chronicle | y | null | 1850-1900 | Time has stored all, but keeps his chronicle
In secret, beyond all our probe or gauge.
There flows the human story, vast and full;
And here a muddy trickle smears the page.
The things our hearts remember make a found
So faint; so loud the menace and applause.
The gleaners come, with eyes upon the ground
After Oblivion... |
english-ed2/ep2602/Z200674197 | 918,211 | null | English Poetry | Parkes, Henry, Sir, 1815-1896 | 1,815 | AN ENGLISH SCENE. | 1,845 | 48 | Fragmentary Thoughts. By Sir Henry Parkes ... (1889) | In a green sheet had crept across, | y | null | 1800-1850 | A fountain's face the feathery moss
In a green sheet had crept across,
And covered half the low wall, piled
Like a grot's ruins round about it;
And 'mong the wild grass flowers grew wild,
Beside a stream which gushed from out it.
High over it grew a grand old oak,
Which never had felt the tempest's stroke,
Who... |
english/miscell3/Z200642751 | 82,549 | 1880-1901 Late Victorian | English Poetry | Watermeyer, E B, 1824-1867 / Horace, 65-8 BC (orig.) | 1,824 | ODE. | 1,854 | 48 | null | No ivory—no golden ceiling | y | Ode | 1800-1850 | No ivory -- no golden ceiling
Adorns my modest home;
No marble pillars, wealth revealing
Proudly support the dome.
No regal fortune, princely dwelling,
Hath fate vouchsafed to me,
I am not clad, in state excelling,
In robe of sovereignty:
A vein of wit, by nature's blessing,
And honest heart are min... |
american/am1208/Z300193230 | 550,515 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Stoddard, Richard Henry, 1825-1903 | 1,825 | SONG. | 1,855 | 16 | The poems (1880) | &indent;And shimmer on the sea: | y | null | 1800-1850 | The walls of Cadiz front the shore,
And shimmer on the sea:
Her merry maids are beautiful,
But light as light can be.
They drop me billets through the post,
They meet me in the square,
They even follow me to mass,
And lift their veils at prayer.
But all their smiles and wanton arts
Are thrown away... |
english/hemansfe/Z300391190 | 955,698 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1793-1835 | 1,793 | THE SONG OF A SERAPH. | 1,823 | 14 | Poems (1808) | Pain the christian's lot no more! | y | null | 1750-1800 | Lo! the dream of life is over;
Pain the christian's lot no more!
Kindred spirit! rise with me,
Thine the meed of victory.
Now the angel-songs I hear,
Dying softly on the ear;
Spirit, rise! to thee is given,
The light ethereal wing of heaven.
Now no more shall virtue faint,
Happy spirit of the saint;
Thine the halo of... |
faber/oxf1501/Z200587012 | 709,505 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Williams, Hugo, 1942- | 1,942 | A Parting Shot | 1,972 | 14 | null | When I started going out | null | null | 1900-1950 | When I started going out
my father thought my hair should go straight back.
It grew straight forward.
He offered to wet it for me,
to train it back, Like his. 'I used to have full lips
Like yours when I was your age.'
We looked at each other
in the three-sided looking glass, ranks
of opposing profiles fanning out rou... |
english/bluntwil/Z300283076 | 201,196 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Blunt, Wilfrid Scawen, 1840-1922 | 1,840 | LVIII | 1,870 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1914) | It might not be. Some things are possible, | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | It might not be. Some things are possible,
And some impossible for even God.
And Esther had no soul which Heaven or Hell
Could touch by joy or soften by the rod.
She could not really love me. The day came,
How soon, how late, I needs not to devise,
When passion prayed its last, and only shame
Stood for ... |
modern/ent2601/Z300573902 | 574,953 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Pitter, Ruth, 1897-1992 | 1,897 | THE MORALS OF PRUNING | 1,927 | 18 | null | When I, who stands as fate to this strong Vine, | null | null | 1850-1900 | When I, who stands as fate to this strong Vine,
Take up the steel, and the devoted shoot,
Not for its own felicity, but mine,
Eye sternly, and determined that the fruit
Is to be here and this, so much, no more --
I think of Misery's that men deplore:
Their Hope's curtailed, Like the thinned cluster here:
Life interru... |
english/roberts2/Z200474708 | 690,286 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Robertson, J. Logie (James Logie), 1846-1922 | 1,846 | OVERDUE. | 1,876 | 20 | New songs of innocence (1889) | Wild November winds are rifling every tree, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Wan November leaves are whirling over the lea,
Wild November winds are rifling every tree,
While I wait and watch beside a stormy sea
For a little ship that is coming home to me.
All the summer through have I waited idly here;
Winds were soft and wooing, skies were calm and clear;
Like a sheet of crystal shone the wat... |
c20-english/ep20140/Z200584335 | 400,863 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Nicholson, Norman, 1914- | 1,914 | Now in the Time of this Mortal Life | 1,944 | 34 | null | Frost is tight upon the land | null | null | 1900-1950 | Frost is tied upon the land
Constricts it with a bony hand,
Yet with blade sharp as a nail
The immanent crocus drills the soil.
Man's nerves aver his spinal wish
And feel the Word becoming Flesh.
God watches soil and spirit mated,
And consecrates what he created,
By raising manhood unto God,
By raising raisins unto bl... |
c20-english/ep20119/Z200581630 | 200,465 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Madge, Charles, 1912- | 1,912 | Travel Poem | 1,942 | 18 | null | Riding it out on the world's wave, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Riding it out on the world's wave,
Will-guided speck on a flood tide,
Afloat by frailty I can feel
A fellow-feeling for the frail:
Failings and feelings keep one close
To taste the world is a good thing,
To taste the grape and try the grain
Under the towering shade of peace,
And local people best provide
Sense, goodne... |
english-ed2/ep2378/Z200657922 | 370,220 | null | English Poetry | Lawson, Henry, 1867-1922 | 1,867 | THE GHOST | 1,897 | 48 | Poetical Works of Henry Lawson: With Preface and Introduction by David McKee Wright (1979) | Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side. | y | null | 1850-1900 | Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side.
Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he,
So I felt no great aversion to his ghostly company.
Said the shade: "At finer feelings let your lip in scorn be curled,
'Self and Pelf', my... |
c20-american/am30194/Z200227421 | 388,371 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Sajé, Natasha, 1955- | 1,955 | In College, Linda | 1,985 | 30 | null | was perfect, but for the teeth | null | null | 1950-2000 | was perfect, but for the teeth
she would not let them pull.
Her crowded smile drew
admirers from across lecture halls,
stopped conversations in corridors.
Linda watched her weight and worked her tan --
the rest of us ballooned and paled.
With the discipline of great souls
she could take a bowl of ice cream,
throw half... |
english/baylynat/Z300275147 | 515,555 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bayly, Thomas Haynes, 1797-1839 | 1,797 | HE LOVES ME NOT WITH THAT FOND LOVE. | 1,827 | 24 | Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems (1844) | I hear him say he loves me well, | y | null | 1750-1800 | I hear him say he loves me well,
And I would fain believe;
He vows he'll never abandon me,
And why should he deceive?
Yet still I think -- and at the thought
My eyes with tears are dim,
He loves me not with that found love
Which I have felt for him.
He leaves me for the mountain chase,
And for the ... |
c20-american/am22199/Z200248879 | 100,777 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Butler, Charles, 1909-1981 | 1,909 | I | 1,939 | 15 | null | the image of my love walks, unperturbed, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Down a long flight of stairs into the dark
the image of my love walks, unperturbed,
silent, as though some curious ear might hark
for any found of pain, the anguish curbed
so well indeed that one might almost say
if there were anguish at this slow descent
it must have been forgotten, or put away
in some unfaltering pro... |
english/dobellsy/Z300339569 | 748,114 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dobell, Sydney, 1824-1874 | 1,824 | THE MAGYAR'S NEW‐YEAR‐EVE. | 1,854 | 60 | The Poetical Works (1875) | The year dies. Let it die. It lived in vain. | y | null | 1800-1850 | By Temèsvar I hear the clarions call:
The year die. Let it die. It lived in vain.
Gun booms to gun along the looming wall,
Another year advances over the plain.
The Despot hails it from his bannered keep:
Ah, Tyrant, is it well to break a bondsman's sleep?
He might have dreamed, and solved the conscious throes
Of Time... |
english/rawnsley/Z300472857 | 651,782 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920 | 1,851 | Commander Wyatt Rawson. | 1,881 | 14 | Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893) | &indent;Oh! wheresoever Christians seek their Lord | y | Sonnet | 1850-1900 | Blameless and lion-heart by land and sea,
Oh! wheresoever Christians seek their Lord
And know Him in a life not idly poured,
But, at the desperate call that holds in fee
The bravest answer, poured unsparingly --
The cost unrecked, the hazard hardly scored, --
Obedience only waiting duty's word
To dare... |
english/siger1ep/Z200588259 | 735,798 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Sigerson, Dora, 1866-1918 | 1,866 | THE FATE OF THE THREE SONS OF UISNEACH AND DEIRDRÉ, DAUGHTER OF FEILIM | 1,896 | 74 | null | Slain for thy sake were the three sons of Uisneach, and red | y | null | 1850-1900 | Woe to thee, daughter of Feilim! woe to thee, Deirdre!
Slain for thy sake were the three sons of Uisneach, and read
Grew the broad plains of Ulster, on Connaught unnumbered the dead.
Woe to thee, Deirdre! -- Deirdre, daughter of Feilim.
Smiled the sweet babe in the face of the Druid and his warning,
Held her young mout... |
c20-english/fa1001/Z300610039 | 663,519 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Harsent, David, 1942- | 1,942 | Bonnard: Breakfast | 1,972 | 32 | null | An eyelid flickers, startled by the glass, | null | null | 1900-1950 | An eyelid flickers, startled by the glass,
then droops in anticipation of the brush.
She starts on and indrawn breath. Her mouth goes slack.
Touch by touch she thickens every lash.
She does it naked. When she stoops to be
nose to nose with herself, her breasts make globes
clean of the rib-cage. There are poles of li... |
c20-english/ep30176/Z300606906 | 48,055 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Tagore, Rabindranath, 1861-1941 (orig.) / Dyson, Ketaki Kushari, 1940- (trans.) | 1,861 | No. 5 | 1,891 | 14 | null | No, no, she's no longer in my house! | null | null | 1850-1900 | No, no, she's no longer in my house!
I've looked in every corner. Nowhere to be found!
In my house, Lord, there's such precious little space --
what goes away from it cannot be retraced.
But your house is infinite, all-pervasive,
and it's there, Lord, I've come to look for her.
Here I stand, beneath this evening sky,
... |
english/wardedwa/Z300517672 | 214,023 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ward, Edward, 1667-1731 | 1,667 | THE Earl of Strafford's CHARACTER. | 1,697 | 56 | The History of the Grand Rebellion (1715) | A Foe to Flatt'ry and the Flatterer. | y | null | 1650-1700 | Wise, Loyal, truly Noble, but Austere,
A Foe to Flatt'ry and the Flatterer.
His Presence awful and his Looks Serene,
Adapted to the Soul that lodged within,
As if his Face by Nature was designed
An Index to the Virtues of his Mind.
Nor did his Merit fail to raise him high,
And fix him in the Heart of Majesty,
Who, find... |
english/jordanth/Z200406765 | 576,607 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685? | 1,612 | An Acrostical Eulogy composed on the name of his much respected Cozen M. Francis Jordan of Ensham, in the County of Oxon. | 1,642 | 14 | Wit in a Wildernesse of Promiscuous Poesie [1665?] | From fair pretending in unfaithful friends, | y | Acrostic | 1600-1650 | From fair pretending in unfaithful friends,
Innocent looks that hide injurious ends;
Religious Traitors, which two faces hold,
One of Divinity, tother of Gold:
Armies of such as do with one accord
Ruine Religion, to advance Gods Word.
New Reformation, in and oath that stands
Diameter to all which God co... |
modern/oxf0901/Z200245180 | 552,253 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Oswald, Alice, 1966- | 1,966 | PRAYER | 1,996 | 14 | null | Here I work in the hollow of God's hand | null | null | 1950-2000 | Here I work in the hollow of God's hand
with Time bent round into my reach. I touch
the circle of the earth, I throw and catch
the sun and moon by turns into my mind.
I sense the length of it from end to end,
I sway me gently in my flesh and each
point of the process changes as I watch;
the flowers come, the rain follo... |
english-ed2/miscell3/Z300641585 | 349,043 | 1880-1901 Late Victorian | English Poetry | Chandler, Alfred T., 1852-1941 | 1,852 | CATCHING THE COACH. | 1,882 | 96 | null | &indent;The rush and the scramble was reckless and rough; | y | null | 1850-1900 | At Kangaroo Gully in "Fifty-two"
The rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;
"Three ounces a dish and the led running true!"
Was whispered around concerning the "stuff."
Next morning a thousand of fellow, or more,
Appeared for invasion along the brown rise --
"Some Yankees, and Cockneys, and Cantabs... |
english-ed2/ep2493/Z300665945 | 234,882 | null | English Poetry | Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892 | 1,823 | [I Wake of Summer morn, and from the grey] | 1,853 | 14 | Sonnets on the Poetry and Problems of Life, by Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1881) | Warm roof of slumbrous vapour, soft and low, | y | null | 1800-1850 | I wake of Summer morn, and from the gray
Warm roof of slumberous vapour, soft and low,
Hear music coming from the quiet bay,
Ethereal Beauty, sweetest far away,
Over the glimmering waters brood and flow,
Divine as a pale rose in fullest blow
With cool dews of the happy dusk of May
Still dreaming on its leaves, ere the ... |
english/polwhele/Z200463315 | 752,571 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Polwhele, Richard, 1760-1838 | 1,760 | SONG. TO ANNA. | 1,790 | 16 | Sketches in Verse (1797) | &indent;Diffuse the genial beam: | y | null | 1750-1800 | See, Anna, see yond orb of light
Diffuse the genial beam:
All feel a vivifying heat,
Tho' none in the extreme.
But in a burning-glass collect
The widely-radiant fires,
And turn them on a mortal man:
In flames the wretch expires.
So, while the rays that light thine eyes,
Alike on all are thrown;
T... |
american/am0584/Z200165581 | 325,083 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Canning, Josiah D. (Josiah Dean), 1816-1892 | 1,816 | A MOTHER'S LAMENT. | 1,846 | 32 | Poetry of the Farm and Rural Life [1892] | &indent;And Summer's breath was sweet, | y | null | 1800-1850 | 'Twas when the rye was in the blow,
And Summer's breath was sweet,
My baby from my arms did go,
The Lord of love to meet.
Again the rye is in the blow,
The clover bloom is sweet;
But fairer flower than June can show,
Is dust beneath my feet.
Again the sheltering maples fling
Their shadows round my... |
english-ed2/ep2220/Z300651894 | 928,782 | null | English Poetry | Moore, T. Sturge (Thomas Sturge), 1870-1944 | 1,870 | TO A CHILD LISTENING TO A REPEATER | 1,900 | 14 | The Poems of T. Sturge Moore: Collected Edition (1931) | Must ticking Time enchant that careless head | y | null | 1850-1900 | How long, mad child, thou rosy whirligig,
Must ticking Time enchant that careless head
Like watch in timber near a snorer's bed?
As gnat, that lovers heed not, leaves a twig,
Floats round them armed to pierce her cheek, his neck,
The future threatens bliss: as javelin sped
Has changed king's laughing guest to one struc... |
english-ed2/galenorm/Z200678059 | 31,605 | null | English Poetry | Gale, Norman, 1862-1942 | 1,862 | A COUNTRY DANCE | 1,892 | 71 | Collected Poems. By Norman Gale (1914) | &indent;Fiddle away, Old Fellow! | y | null | 1850-1900 | Fiddle away, Old Time --
Fiddle away, Old Fellow!
Airs for infancy, youth, and prime,
Tunes both shrill and mellow.
Fiddle away,
Or grave or gay,
For faces pink or yellow --
Scrape your sung a lifetime long,
Fiddle away, Old Fellow!
Here are country maidens' breasts
As white a... |
american/am0780/Z200172995 | 110,588 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Gould, Hannah Flagg, 1789-1865 | 1,789 | THE BEE, CLOVER, AND THISTLE. | 1,819 | 50 | Poems (1839) | &indent;A tune to the day‐light humming; | y | null | 1750-1800 | A Bee from her hive one morning flew,
A tune to the daylight humming;
And away she went, over the clear, bright Due,
Where the grass was green, the violet blue,
And the gold of the sun was coming.
And what first tempted the roving Bee
Was a head of the crimson clover.
"I 'we found a treasure betimes!" said... |
english/kemblefr/Z200408793 | 701,622 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Kemble, Fanny, 1809-1893 | 1,809 | SONNET. [Beside a well‐reap'd field at Eventide] | 1,839 | 14 | Poems (1883) | One laid him down to rest who'd wandered far, | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | Beside a well-reaped field at Eventide,
One laid him down to rest who'd wandered far,
And fought and wounded been in Life's great war.
"These have done well their work," he said, and sighed,
"But on mine armour blots of earth remain;
Nor blood nor tears of mine have washed that stain."
Then came a voice from heaven's b... |
english/clarejoh/Z300313153 | 257,243 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | APPROACH OF SPRING | 1,823 | 14 | The Early Poems (1989) | Sweet are the omens of approaching Spring, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Sweet are the omens of approaching Spring,
When gay the elder sprouts her winged leaves;
When tootling robins carol-welcomes sing,
And sparrows chelp glad tidings from the eaves.
What lovely prospects wait each wakening hour,
When each new day some novelty displays;
How sweet the sunbeam melts the crocus fl... |
american/am0102/Z200146717 | 173,463 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Chivers, T. H. (Thomas Holley), 1809-1858 | 1,809 | ORPHIC EVANGEL. | 1,839 | 24 | Eonchs of ruby (1851) | &indent;By our great august Lord be heard by men? | y | null | 1800-1850 | When shall the Golden Words that once were spoken
By our great august Lord be herd by men?
His beautiful body on the cross once broken,
Be made the model of our lives again?
This is the burden of my sung --
"How long, Oh! Lord! how long?"
How long before the Gabriel Years, all golden,
Shal... |
c20-american/am30151/Z300371752 | 601,444 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Rothenberg, Jerome, 1931- | 1,931 | THE FOURTEENTH STATION: STUTTHOF | 1,961 | 14 | null | the evil water | null | null | 1900-1950 | the evil water
in my dream
has emptied out
their cities
Like my mouth
a hold
& in the blood
they burn
they turn them
into smoke |
english/sherburn/Z200485145 | 565,746 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702 | 1,618 | [Christ Crucified] | 1,648 | 25 | Poems and translations (1961) | Fond Muse in vaine thou seekst a mourning dresse: | y | null | 1600-1650 | Fond Muse in vain thou seekest a mourning dress:
Art hath no passion can our griefs express.
Sighs w&supert;&superh;out mean tears w&superc;&superh; no measure know
Come ye; our Plaints in numbers will not flow.
Davids sweet Lyre might play the friendly Theife
And steal from his loved Jonathan his grief.
The Noble Prop... |
english/cobboldr/Z200315564 | 908,197 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Cobbold, Richard, 1797-1877 | 1,797 | THE MAIDEN'S DREAM. | 1,827 | 30 | Valentine Verses (1827) | &indent;Ten thousand seraphs whispered softly, Love; | y | null | 1750-1800 | The maiden slept! all nature seemed to smile,
Ten thousand seraphs whispered softly, Love;
She saw one spirit, cheerfully the while
Walking the air, on canopy above:
He looked, he loved, and gently waved his hand,
And bade her follow: She obeyed command.
Awhile they wandered over the flowery mead,
Talking ... |
american/am0065/Z200206169 | 14,872 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | American Poetry | Pierpont, John, 1785-1866 | 1,785 | The Garden of Gethsemane.—J. Pierpont. | 1,815 | 25 | null | &indent;And Olivet's brown steep, | y | null | 1750-1800 | O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height,
And Olivet's brown steep,
Moves the majestic queen of night,
And throws from heaven her silver light,
And sees the world asleep; --
All but the children of distress,
Of sorrow, grief, and care --
Whom sleep, though prayed for, will not bless; --
These leave the c... |
english-ed2/holmesed/Z300679631 | 898,519 | null | English Poetry | Holmes, Edmond Gore Alexander, 1850-1936. | 1,850 | XIX The hours are minutes when we sit alone | 1,880 | 14 | The Silence of Love. By Edmond Holmes (1901) | Thinking aloud together. First we stray | y | null | 1850-1900 | The hours are minutes when we sit alone
Thinking aloud together. First we stray
With careless thought, with careless look and tone,
O'er trivial topics of the passing day,
Then we begin to found the depths below, --
Our theme our best-loved poets, men whose speech
Measures our thoughts and passion, men who know
What i... |
african-american/rayhenri/Z200473011 | 851,356 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Ray, H. Cordelia (Henrietta Cordelia), 1852?-1916 | 1,852 | Voices of the Rain | 1,882 | 35 | Poems (1910) | Hear the dreary, dreary rain, | y | null | 1850-1900 | Hear the dreary, dreary rain,
Beating 'gainst the window pane!
Causing little ones to shiver,
Causing aged forms to wither,
Murm'ring through the dying ember,
Making fireless homes more somber.
O the dreary, dreary rain!
Hear the cheerful, cheerful rain,
Laughing through the golden grain!
Waking cowslips in the me... |
english/barberma/Z200268454 | 925,272 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757 | 1,690 | To the Right Honourable the Earl of Thomond, at Bath; who charg'd the Author with making an Irish Bull. | 1,720 | 20 | Poems on Several Occasions (1735) | Thy Ancestors wore Crowns of old: | y | null | 1650-1700 | Obrian, were in Story told,
Thy Ancestors wore Crowns of old:
In fair Hibernia's Isle they reigned;
A Country, by their Sons disdained!
Too apt to charge their Native Isle
With every Vice of Speech and Style:
Yet thy Eliza, great and good,
Of Seymour's, and of Piercy's Blood,
(Whose Ancestors, to Fame well known,
Whe... |
english/wesleych/Z300527205 | 114,518 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wesley, John, 1703-1791 / Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788 | 1,703 | VIII. [Mercies, Lord, belong to Thee] | 1,733 | 18 | The Poetical Works (1868) | &indent;Though I have rebellious been, | y | null | 1700-1750 | Mercies, Lord, belong to Thee;
Though I have rebellious been,
O forgive the enmity,
O forget the canceled sin;
For Thy mercies' sake forgive,
Bid Thy pardoned rebel live.
Live for deeper grief to cry
When Thy smile my sorrow cheers,
Live at those dear feet to lie,
Live to wash them with my tears,
Live ... |
english/wiltonri/Z300538836 | 945,442 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilton, Richard, b. 1827 | 1,827 | O Ananias, Azarias, and Misael, bless ye the Lord; praise Him and magnify Him for ever. | 1,857 | 14 | Benedicite [1889] | &indent;O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir: | y | null | 1800-1850 | "The Lord be praised," be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir:
To thee He gave the tuneful lyre,
For Him be struck each trembling string:
From morn to morn, as on lark's wing,
Ascend thy music, high and higher:
"The Lord be praised," be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir.
... |
english/wardfred/Z300519323 | 402,310 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ward, Frederick William Orde, 1843-1922 | 1,843 | THE SPIRIT OF THE MOOR. | 1,873 | 76 | Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold (1897) | O it was not in the morning that my darling came to me, | y | null | 1800-1850 | O it was not in the morning that my darling came to me,
In her young and shy adorning that was wondered to see;
And it was not in the noonlight, or the madness of the moonlight
With its sad and silver flame --
But she came.
She looked earthly but not human
And so full of pretty ways,
Like a mingling of wild ro... |
english/alfordhe/Z300140647 | 981,580 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Alford, Henry, 1810-1871 | 1,810 | LXVII. WATERLOO. | 1,840 | 14 | The poetical works (1868) | Did battle for the world, too long enthralled | y | null | 1800-1850 | They stood upon these plains, and side by side
Did battle for the world, too long enthralled
To the universal tyrant; one was called,
And one was left to cross the homeward tide;
Both in their glory, as in arms, allied:
But the loud voice of fame is hushed asleep,
Their sire's are gone, no more their widows weep,
Their... |
english/bluntwil/Z300283032 | 894,303 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Blunt, Wilfrid Scawen, 1840-1922 | 1,840 | XIV | 1,870 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1914) | Me, too, she doubtless read. For, with her hand | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | Me, too, she doubtless read. For, with her hand
Raised as for help and pointing to a chair,
She bade me, with a gesture, part command
And part entreaty, I would set her there.
She could not see, she said, the Queen of Love
My eyes so coveted, and laughed and laid
Upon my lips the fingers of her glove
Wh... |
english/jemmatca/Z200404575 | 352,386 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Jemmat, Catherine, 1759-1838 | 1,759 | To Cælia, fond of a cat. | 1,789 | 20 | The Memoirs (1762) | Once more his deity belies; | y | null | 1750-1800 | Who knows but Jove, in this disguise,
Once more his deity belies;
And from Olympus to thy breast
Descends, to be supremely blessed?
Why wilt thou then, aspiring fair,
Indulge the latent danger there;
When, were the God confessed, thy frame,
Could not sustain his furious flame?
Or grant that from thy favourite's own... |
english/carpenep/Z200578068 | 823,139 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Carpenter, Edward, 1844-1929. | 1,844 | SLEEP, SWEETLY SLEEP. | 1,874 | 30 | null | &indent;O well‐beloved, beneath the falling night; | null | null | 1800-1850 | Sleep, sweetly sleep, while I watch over thee,
O well-beloved, beneath the falling night;
Be hushed, O winds, through glade and grove and tree,
Weave silence into sweetest melody
While I watch with delight.
Sleep, sweetly sleep; and let thy softest breath
All trustfully steal forth unto the stars,
And ... |
c20-american/am23033/Z400254493 | 872,039 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Goodman, Paul, 1911-1972 | 1,911 | ii. A PRAGMATIC LOVE SONG | 1,941 | 39 | null | If I needed you I'd make the effort | null | null | 1900-1950 | If I needed you I'ld make the effort
not to loose you, John,
instead of being quick to quit
at any threat to my peace or pride.
I guess I never liked you
enough to risk missing you,
and yet I needs you to needs me
so I can come across and be in love.
The truth is it's God I needs,
something to work in space and time,... |
english/devereau/Z300336867 | 462,407 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902 | 1,814 | XXXIX. SORROW. | 1,844 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1884) | God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | Count each affliction, whither light or grave,
God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou
With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;
And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave;
Then lay before him all thou hast: Allow
No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,
Or mar thy hospital... |
american/am0027/Z300144192 | 160,828 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Cawein, Madison Julius, 1865-1914 | 1,865 | HYMN TO DESIRE | 1,895 | 52 | The poems [1908] | Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers | y | null | 1850-1900 | Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers
Breathed on the eyelids of love by music that slumbers,
Secretly, sweetly, O presence of fire and snow,
Thou comest mysterious,
In beauty imperious,
Clad on with dreams and the light of no world that we know,
Deep to my innermost soul am I shaken,
Helplessly shaken a... |
english/kemblefr/Z200408778 | 768,812 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Kemble, Fanny, 1809-1893 | 1,809 | SONNET. [I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face] | 1,839 | 14 | Poems (1883) | Which thrusts itself between the dark and me, | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face,
Which thrusts itself between the dark and me,
Scaring my rest. Oh, for Heaven's gentle grace,
Haunt me not with this speechless misery.
What could I do that I have left undone,
That to thy life might bring content or peace?
Have I not made my days to hang upon
Thy will and wish,... |
english/todhunte/Z300511427 | 593,639 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Todhunter, John, 1839-1916 | 1,839 | FOUND. | 1,869 | 20 | Laurella, and other poems (1876) | &indent;I wandered on the mountain side; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Naked, bleeding, and forlorn,
I wandered on the mountain side;
To hide my wounds from shame and scorn,
I made a garment of my pride.
Till there came a tyrant gray,
He stripped and chained me with disgrace,
He led me by the public way,
And sold me in the marketplace.
To many Master's was I bound,
A... |
american/am1268/Z300196367 | 920,419 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 1809-1894 | 1,809 | BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER | 1,839 | 64 | The complete poetical works [1912] | &indent;Of toil and triumph, joy and woe, | y | null | 1800-1850 | When life hath run its largest round
Of toil and triumph, joy and woe,
How brief a storied page is found
To compass all its outward show!
The world-tried sailor tires and droops;
His flag is rend, his keel forgotten;
His farthest voyages seem but loops
That float from life's entangled knot.
But when w... |
c20-english/ep84001/Z300576895 | 583,936 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | MacNeice, Louis, 1907-1963 | 1,907 | Happy families (1966) | 1,937 | 34 | null | The room is all a stupid quietness, | null | null | 1900-1950 | The room is all a stupid quietness,
Cajoled only by the fire's caress;
We loll severally about and sit
Severally and do our business severally,
For there's a little bit for everybody;
But that's not all there is to it.
Crusted in sandstone, while the wooden clock
Places two doctor fingers on his mouth,
We seem fossils... |
american/am9001/Z300258615 | 970,081 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | American Poetry | Taylor, Edward, 1642-1729 | 1,642 | 132. Meditation. Can. 6.3.—He feeds among the Lillies. | 1,672 | 54 | The Poems (1960) | Pardon my Lord, I humbly beg the Same | y | null | 1600-1650 | Pardon my Lord, I humbly beg the Same
Of thy most blessed Gracious self thy hand.
For if I nothing touch thy glorious name
Showing its praise I shall unworthy stand.
And if I 'tempt to celebrate thy fame
It is too bright: my jagging pen will't stain.
The words my pen does teem are far too Faint
And... |
american/am1302/Z200198482 | 460,195 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 | 1,791 | DEATH OF MRS. HARRIET W. L. WINSLOW MISSIONARY TO CEYLON. | 1,821 | 38 | Zinzendorff (1837) | The earliest pictures hung in Memory's halls, | n | null | 1750-1800 | Thy name hath power Like magic. Back it brings
The earliest pictures hung in Memory's halls,
Tinting them freshly over: -- the rugged cliff,
The towering trees, the wintery walk to school,
The page so often conned, the needle's task
Achiev'd with weariness, the hour of sport
Well earned and dearly prized, the sparkling... |
modern/car3303/Z300132764 | 636,476 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Peck, John, 1941- | 1,941 | TURNS NEAR VINCIGLIATA | 1,971 | 78 | null | When April | null | null | 1900-1950 | When April
gusts through mold-marked cypresses
lending tough sprays to flame shapes
along lanes girdling Monte Cerceri
and a flag iris ripped from the wall top
splashes a novam
over night-shining curves of road at midday,
it has begun to be far;
when paving stones
mound through returning rains
not so much as cameos
or... |
american/am0643/Z200167996 | 146,593 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Shillaber, B. P. (Benjamin Penhallow), 1814-1890 | 1,814 | BLESS YOU! | 1,844 | 40 | Partingtonian patchwork (1873) | &indent;That from the tongue the readiest slips, | y | null | 1800-1850 | There is a prayer of simple art,
That from the tongue the readiest slips,
That springs spontaneous from the heart,
And breaks in blessing on the lips:
Bless you!
When joy's bright beam about us rests,
As some dear hand our cup overfills,
In this our gladness manifests,
And with love's fondest c... |
modern/car2501/Z400551250 | 295,892 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | MacDiarmid, Hugh, 1892-1978 | 1,892 | The Fairmer's Lass | 1,922 | 12 | null | An's muckin' oot the byre, | null | null | 1850-1900 | The fairmer's lass has kilted her coats
An's muckin' oot the byre,
Her hair is a' aboot her een
An' her braid face is fire.
'The worms have a' come oot oh' the earth
An' streek their lengths a' airts.
Their reid nebs eisen I' the sun
But wae's me for oor herts!
'The aidle-pool is a glory oh' gowd
-- My Heart is blac... |
english/havergal/Z400387902 | 331,863 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Havergal, Frances Ridley, 1836-1879 | 1,836 | Prelude. | 1,866 | 12 | The Poetical Works (1884) | Oh be my verse an answering gleam from higher radiance caught; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Amid the broken waters of our ever-restless thought,
Oh be my verse and answering gleam from higher radiance caught;
That where through dark o'erarching boughs of sorrow, doubt, and sin,
The glorious Star of Bethlehem upon the flood looks in,
Its tiny trembling ray may bid some downcast vision turn
To that enkindling L... |
american/am0453/Z200159970 | 793,547 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Riley, James Whitcomb, 1849-1916 | 1,849 | GLAMOUR | 1,879 | 24 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley [1916] | &indent;Or was it in the glare of noon, or dazzle of the day, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Was it in the misty twilight, or the midnight, or the morning,
Or was it in the glare of noon, or dazzle of the day,
That, half asleep and half awake, and without word or warning,
My fancy, slowly slipping earthly anchor, sailed away?
O leave me and my lazy dream a little while together,
Blending each with... |
c20-american/am30165/Z300453880 | 382,566 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Arnold, Craig, 1967- | 1,967 | The extravagance of zoos | 1,997 | 79 | null | Here in the dry consump‐ | null | null | 1950-2000 | Here in the dry consump-
tive desert, passed a spray
of fountains that both day
and night are set to pump
whole reservoirs of water
straight up, in palmtree feathers
the thirsty air withers
so quickly almost a quarter
is lost, our zoo teems
with legions of the blond
children we have spawned
to spectate, for whose gam... |
c20-african-american/da20019/Z300326820 | 832,924 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Thomas, Lorenzo, 1944- | 1,944 | Wheeling | 1,974 | 49 | null | So | null | null | 1900-1950 | That's redneck music man just wait
You awake just in time
To see the next exit
And remark similar signs
You have seen somewhere
Before. This awakens
The driver and evoked
Gratitude from the death seat
Where I been riding
Alone with the bland view
Of the landscape of that
Highway so Like any other
And so dull
That is... |
english-ed2/ep2178/Z200648099 | 766,504 | null | English Poetry | Dibdin, Charles, 1745-1814 | 1,745 | [When last from the Streights we had fairly cast anchor] BALLAD. | 1,775 | 24 | A Collection of Songs, Selected from the Works of Mr. Dibdin. A New Edition. In Two Volumes (1814) | &indent;I went bonny Kitty to hail, | y | null | 1700-1750 | When last from the Streights we had fairly cast anchor,
I went bonny Kitty to hail,
With quintables stored, for our voyage was a spanker,
And bran new was every sail:
But I knew well enough how, with words sweet as honey,
They trick us poor tars of our gold;
And when the sly gipsies have fingered the money... |
english/stevensg/Z300496845 | 234,704 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Stevens, George Alexander, 1710-1784 | 1,710 | AMELIA. | 1,740 | 30 | Songs, comic and satyrical (1788) | &indent;Join'd our group, and she begg'd we'd explain— | y | null | 1700-1750 | One eve from whist-table Amelia withdrew,
Join'd our group, and she begged weed explain --
Why year after year, by Wit's commonplace crew,
We are told life's so short and so vain:
With a look that spoke more than all Cicero said,
To me flew her order -- I bowed, and obeyed.
"Our sex, my fair curious, are Vani... |
c20-english/ep20104/Z300579856 | 229,255 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | O'Brien, Sean, 1952- | 1,952 | A DONEGAL GOLFER | 1,982 | 15 | null | In my book even golf is sinister, | null | null | 1950-2000 | In my book even golf is sinister,
Played solon at nighttime by salesmen
With grudges and one club too many.
Their walleyed bull-terriers yawn
In the cars, with the radio on, and I watch.
By the harbour, incendiaries drink
With their in-laws, ambitious morticians
Whose nieces they married and murdered.
These men, do th... |
english/landonla/Z300411952 | 404,802 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | L. E. L. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon), 1802-1838 | 1,802 | EXPERIENCE. | 1,832 | 48 | Life and Literary Remains (1841) | As I were struggling under some dark dream, | y | null | 1800-1850 | My very heart is filled with tears! I seem
As I were struggling under some dark dream,
Which roughly boar me down life's troubled stream.
The passed weighs heavily upon my soul,
A tyrant mastering me with stern control;
The present has no rest -- the future has no goal.
For what can be again but what has been?
Soon t... |
english/hardytho/Z200136748 | 657,798 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hardy, Thomas, 1840-1928 | 1,840 | TO A MOTHERLESS CHILD | 1,870 | 16 | null | &indent;Hers couldst thou wholly be, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's;
Hers couldst thou wholly be,
My light in thee would outglow all in others;
She would relive to me.
But niggard Nature's trick of birth
Bars, lest she overjoy,
Renewal of the loved on earth
Save with alloy.
The Dame has no regard, alas, my maiden,
... |
c20-english/ep20078/Z200596828 | 167,244 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Bell, Martin, 1918-1978. | 1,918 | Words for Senilio to Work into a Patter‐Song | 1,948 | 30 | null | My body is a relief map in eruption | null | null | 1900-1950 | My body is a relief map in eruption
Wrinkles wrinkles wrinkles riddle the landscape
Pimples keep on erecting and detumescing all the time
My face swells and subsides and always finishes older
I have one or two gray hairs among the hairs around my testicles
I give my eyeballs everyday marks for yellowness and bloodshotn... |
american/am1064/Z200184155 | 224,112 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Lanier, Sidney, 1842-1881 | 1,842 | THE RAVEN DAYS. | 1,872 | 16 | Poems (1908) | &indent;And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, | y | Lyric | 1800-1850 | Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of and unspoken pain.
O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow,
Bring to us in your whetted ivory beaks
Some sign out of the far land of To-morrow,... |
c20-american/am30203/Z300569346 | 52,316 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Allberry, Debra, 1957- | 1,957 | Instinct | 1,987 | 39 | null | Winter was running out before I was ready— | null | null | 1950-2000 | Winter was running out before I was ready --
grey clouds scudding flat-bottomed above
the cornfields and small huddles of houses,
the cold low-roofed light breaking open.
There wasn't any work. I took longer walks.
One day I boarded a bus and stepped off here
with two suitcases and my last twenty.
I found a room in t... |
english-ed2/ep2117/Z300627814 | 79,548 | null | English Poetry | Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745 | 1,667 | Dan Jackson to Sheridan. | 1,697 | 27 | The Poems of Jonathan Swift. Edited By Harold Williams (1937) | Is fully and maturely weigh'd, | y | null | 1650-1700 | The Suit, which humbly you have made,
Is fully and maturely weighed,
And as 'this your Petition,
I do forgive, for well I know,
Since you're so bruised, another Blow
Would break the Head of Priscian.
'Tis not my Purpose or Intent,
That you should suffer Banishment,
I pardon, now yo... |
english/cowleyab/Z300322609 | 363,956 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667 | 1,618 | On the Death of Mr. Jordan, Second Master at Westminster School. | 1,648 | 52 | The Works (1905–1906) | Come hither all who his rare virtues knew, | y | Heroic couplets | 1600-1650 | Hence, and make room for me, all you who come
Only to read the Epitaph on this Tomb.
Here lies the Master of my tender years,
The Guardian of my Parents Hope and Fears,
Whose Government never stood me in a Tear;
All weeping was reserved to spend it here.
Come hither all who his rare virtues knew,
And mourn with Me: He ... |
english-ed2/ep2196/Z300630016 | 109,831 | null | English Poetry | Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832 | 1,771 | TIME. | 1,801 | 16 | The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott ... Complete in One Volume. With Introductions and Notes (1841) | &indent;Thou aged carle so stern and grey? | y | null | 1750-1800 | "Why sittest thou by that ruined hall,
Thou aged carl so stern and gray?
Dost thou its former pride recall,
Or ponder how it passed away?" --
"Know'st thou not me?" the Deep Voice cried;
"So long enjoyed, so oft misused --
Alternate, in thy fickle pride,
Desired, neglected, and accused!
Before my bre... |
english/wesleych/Z300525029 | 281,695 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wesley, John, 1703-1791 / Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788 | 1,703 | HYMN X. [Jesu, Thy word is past! the grace] | 1,733 | 72 | The Poetical Works (1868) | &indent;Unspeakable is come to all: | y | Hymn | 1700-1750 | Jesus, Thy word is passed! the grace
Unspeakable is come to all:
Restored by Thee, the fallen raze
May all recover from their fall;
From earth Thou hast been lifted up,
That all the ends of earth might hope.
The sure, irrevocable word
Hath no one soul of man passed by;
We all may claim the common Lord,
... |
english-ed2/ep2476/Z200663961 | 908,570 | null | English Poetry | Carleton, Caroline, 1820-1874. | 1,820 | Song. | 1,850 | 20 | South Australian Lyrics. By Mrs. C. J. Carleton (1860) | How rich am I!—look up! look up! | y | null | 1800-1850 | How rich am I! -- look up! look up!
Count all those sparkling gems;
No jeweled order shine so bright,
As flashes now that starry light,
Nor regal diadems!
And see -- where Phœbus on his car,
Touches the blue wave now --
A diamond circlet rich and rare,
Brighter than Beauty, ever bore
Upon her radiant ... |
american/am0998/Z300180928 | 758,795 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Taylor, Bayard, 1825-1878 | 1,825 | SONG | 1,855 | 24 | The poetical works [1907] | &indent;They call thee fair and free,— | y | null | 1800-1850 | They call thee false as thou art fair,
They call thee fair and free, --
A creature pliant as the air
And changeful as the sea:
But I, who gaze with other eyes, --
Who stand and watch afar, --
Behold thee pure as yonder skies
And steadfast as a star!
Thine is a rarer nature, born
To rule the comm... |
c20-african-american/da22027/Z200571336 | 779,043 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Young, Al, 1939- | 1,939 | HOW THE FLOWER FLOURISHES | 1,969 | 21 | null | Unnumbered & floating | null | Shape/pattern poem | 1900-1950 | Unnumbered & floating
technician-free
smooth
a spore unfolding fast
upon pond-like lake surfaces
spread across unlogged zones of time
this coloured burst of meaning
leans peeping from her axis
in lighted directions
every first & last one of them
heated
all 360 degrees precisely memorized
enough to become spontaneo... |
english/rawnsley/Z200471911 | 84,119 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920 | 1,851 | OFF TO THE WAR | 1,881 | 20 | The European war [1915] | &indent;No banners are waved in the wind, | y | null | 1850-1900 | There is never a drum to be herd,
No banners are waved in the wind,
But the heart of the village is stirred,
The city has made up its mind.
Brave lads with the promise of years
Have sworn they will march on the foe,
The mother's are hiding their tears,
The father's cheer as they go.
The children must ... |
modern/car3303/Z300132494 | 44,468 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Peck, John, 1941- | 1,941 | TURN | 1,971 | 18 | null | Your neck, coiling to your bare shoulder, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Your neck, coiling to your bore shoulder,
Pulled itself tighter beneath warm hair --
And now that tension, Like my future
Meeting me momently, advances
Its edge towards the still net of my gaze:
This is how recognition seizes,
How the patterns of obscure ruins
Reveal themselves to fliers, faint lines
Rising printlik... |
english-ed2/ep2493/Z200665574 | 726,505 | null | English Poetry | Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892 | 1,823 | A Winter Song. | 1,853 | 20 | Poems, Sketches, and Songs, by Thomas Caulfield Irwin ... (1889) | Now frozen is the little stream, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Now frozen is the little stream,
Where oft we bent a musing brow;
And, Like the stream, each sunny dream
That flowed with Summer ceases now,
For, ah! the North winds blow,
The world is white with snow;
Would we might keep
The earth's dark sleep
Till Spring days round us glow.
Along b... |
english/randolph/Z300471407 | 265,984 | 1500-1700 Emblems, Epigrams, Formal Satires | English Poetry | Randolph, Thomas, 1605-1635 | 1,605 | The Milk‐maids Epithælamium | 1,635 | 30 | Poems (1652) | That lye by one anothers side! | y | null | 1600-1650 | Joy to the Bridegroom and the Bride
That lie by one another's side!
O fie upon the Virgin beds,
No lose is gain but Maiden heads.
Love quickly send the time may be
When I shall deal my Rosemary!
I long to simper at a feast,
To dance, and kiss, and do the rest.
When I shall Wed, and Bedded be
O then the qualm comes ove... |
english-ed2/ep2480/Z200664311 | 692,985 | null | English Poetry | Anon., fl. 1820-1832 (Midnight Musings) | 1,820 | SUDDEN DEATH. | 1,850 | 20 | Midnight Musings: Being a Collection of Poems on Various Subjects (1832) | &indent;Unconscious of sorrow, unacquainted with care; | y | null | 1800-1850 | She arose in the morning all beauteous and blooming,
Unconscious of sorrow, unacquainted with care;
And the wide flush of health her young countenance illuming,
Gave promise to all that disease was not there.
But swiftly as passes the dewdrop of morning,
Inhal'd by the day god's all-powerful ray --
So pur... |
c20-english/ep82001/Z300608211 | 702,982 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith), 1874-1936 | 1,874 | THE MODERN MANICHEE | 1,904 | 40 | null | He sayeth there is no sin, and all his sin | null | null | 1850-1900 | He sayeth there is no sin, and all his sin
Swells round him into a world made merciless;
The midnight of his universe of shame
Is the vast shadow of his shamelessness.
He blames all that begat him, gods or Brutus's,
And sire's not sons he chides as with a rod.
The sins of the children visited on the father's
Through a... |
english-ed2/ep2564/Z300672295 | 831,746 | null | English Poetry | Harpur, Charles, 1813-1868 | 1,813 | THE SPIRIT OF LOVE | 1,843 | 12 | The Poetical Works of Charles Harpur: Edited with Introduction and Bibliography by Elizabeth Perkins (1984) | When broad o'er her hill‐top hangs Eve's glowing star, | y | null | 1800-1850 | When broad over her hilltop hangs Eve's glowing star,
Comes a Spirit of beauty, as if from afar;
To dream through the gloaming's heart-hushing degrees,
And richen the odor-sweet breath of the breeze:
To mellow the echoes that bleat from the hills
While the shepherd's are folding their flocks by the rills;
In the wild ... |
african-american/coffinfr/Z400315918 | 227,170 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Coffin, F. B. (Frank Barbour), b. 1871 | 1,871 | New Year's Greeting. | 1,901 | 48 | Poems (1897) | As this is the first of the year, | y | null | 1850-1900 | As this is the first of the year,
And I am all alone,
I thought I'ld try to draw me near
To thee, my dear, my own.
Yes, I'm alone, and don't you know
I do not Like to speak,
Yet I will, as 'this fitting now,
My wanted silence break.
There is a love that in my soul
Burns silent and alone;
It kindle... |
english/jacobhil/Z200404119 | 533,576 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Jacob, Hildebrand, 1693-1739 | 1,693 | Design'd for an Epilogue to a Tragedy call'd the Revenge. | 1,723 | 23 | The Works (1735) | null | y | null | 1650-1700 | 'Tis well a Southern Clime our Scene supplies,
Where Passions with superior Ardour rise,
Where the found Spouse dares venture to inquire,
And the chased Wife, to prove her Truth, expire!
A British Husband, and suspect! nay, die,
A willing Martyr to his Jealousy!
That were a Farce indeed! and and Offence
Against our Co... |
c20-american/am20037/Z400211696 | 994,617 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Bradley, George, 1953- | 1,953 | I. STELLAR OCCASIONS | 1,983 | 14 | null | Nothing, of course, is absolute, nothing, | null | null | 1950-2000 | Nothing, of course, is absolute, nothing,
Neither time, nor distance, neither darkness,
Silence, absence, stillness, nor emptiness,
Nor temperature in blank space -- nothing --
And so it is we must at last have these,
Must, when each equation has made its run
For infinity and found its fraction,
Have these, to consume... |
american/am1185/Z200192698 | 994,650 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | 1,871 | [V. Once there came a man] | 1,901 | 14 | The University of Virginia Edition of The Works of Stephen Crane [1969] | Once there came a man | n | null | 1850-1900 | Once there came a man
Who said,
"Range me all men of the world in rows."
And instantly
There was terrific clamor among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
There was a loud quarrel, world-wide.
It endured for ages;
And blood was shed
By those who would not stand in rows,
And by those who pined to stand in rows.
Eve... |
american/am1274/Z200197004 | 180,513 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | English, Thomas Dunn, 1819-1902 | 1,819 | MERRY MORNING | 1,849 | 24 | [Poems, in] The amateur's musical library (1841) | The rising sun beams brightly, | y | null | 1800-1850 | The rising sun beams brightly,
The waters blue dance lightly,
And the little butterflies,
With their wings of many die,
On yonder vale flit sprightly.
Oh! gentle morning.
The light breeze gentle blows,
The cattle pleasant loweth,
And the merry farmer boy,
With his careless sung of joy,
To morni... |
english/wiltonri/Z200538984 | 767,332 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilton, Richard, b. 1827 | 1,827 | Song—“Oh, Where?” | 1,857 | 30 | Lyra Pastoralis (1902) | &indent;Your lovely blooms once more, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Sweet violets, we joy to hail
Your lovely blooms once more,
Cærulean purple, snowy pale,
And fragrant as of yore;
Oh, where
Hide you your petals fair,
Before
Mysterious winds of March
Come wandering down the sheltered vale
And tuft with rose the larch?
Sweet nightingales, we joy to ... |
english-ed2/clarejoh/Z300313233 | 509,626 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | TWILIGHT | 1,823 | 14 | The Early Poems (1989) | The setting sun withdraws her yellow light | y | null | 1750-1800 | The setting sun withdraws her yellow light
A Gloomy staining shadows over all
While the brown beetle trumpeter of night
Proclaims his entrance with a droning call
How Pleasant now where slanting hazels fall
Thick oar the woodland style to muse & lean
To pluck a wood bine from the shade withal
& take short snatches oar ... |
c20-american/am20104/Z300218824 | 217,151 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Stevens, Wallace, 1879-1955. | 1,879 | THE LACK OF REPOSE | 1,909 | 25 | null | A young man seated at his table | null | null | 1850-1900 | A young man seated at his table
Holds in his hand a book you have never written
Staring at the secretions of the words as
They reveal themselves.
It is not midnight. It is midday,
The young man is well-disclosed, one of the gang,
Andrew Jackson Something. But this book
Is a cloud in which a voice mumbles.
It is a gho... |
english-ed2/ep2419/Z300660595 | 448,373 | null | English Poetry | O'Donnell, John Francis, 1837-1874 | 1,837 | A VOICE. | 1,867 | 15 | Poems. By John Francis O'Donnell. With Introduction by Richard Dowling (1891) | &indent;Walked the moist morning, many years ago; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Amid a nunnery of dewy flowers
Walked the moist morning, many years ago;
The pulses of gray fountains notched the hours,
The dial reddened in the broadening glow.
And one came to me through the garden paths,
Pausing amid the scented lavender,
Under the lilacs steeped in purple baths,
And rooted deep in ... |
english/kerpeter/Z300409962 | 222,809 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ker, Patrick, fl. 1691 | 1,691 | On the same. [Here lyes Ashes pure, and just] | 1,721 | 20 | Flosculum Poeticum (1684) | Whom Envy murder'd in despite; | y | null | 1650-1700 | Here lies Ashes pure, and just,
More precious than the Guiny-dust:
Our CHARLES, that was both Good, and Great,
Whom Envy murdered in despite;
Cause his Perfections did appeal
The World, to show his Parallel.
The cruel Draco, never did bring
A Law, to Murther any KING.
But here's a Madness, made of Must,
Which Rebels on... |
modern/car3303/Z200132927 | 487,405 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Peck, John, 1941- | 1,941 | Reading Western Masters | 1,971 | 20 | null | When Sokrates drew up his drugged leg | null | null | 1900-1950 | When Sokrates drew up his drugged leg
a Vedic swan achieved lift-off,
separating world's
while its trailing web stuttered farewell to water.
Riverbed maidens, pressing your noses against
the upper membrane, what codices
could be yours, what mythologies, yet
there you must stay: realms there are, and gu... |
african-american/dunbarpa/Z200343444 | 153,975 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | African-American Poetry | Dunbar, Paul Laurence, 1872-1906 | 1,872 | THE SPARROW | 1,902 | 16 | The Collected Poetry (1993) | Beside my window flutters down, | y | Lyric | 1850-1900 | A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Ten taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its sung;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.
So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering eart... |
english/myersern/Z200449151 | 808,633 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Myers, Ernest, 1844-1921 | 1,844 | YOUTH AND TRUTH. | 1,874 | 32 | Poems (1877) | &indent;Here on life's sunny shore, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Now in life's breezy morning,
Here on life's sunny shore,
To all the powers of falsehood
We vow eternal war:
Eternal hate to falsehood;
And then, as needs must be,
O Truth, O Lady peerless,
Eternal love to thee.
All fair things that seem true things
Our hearts shall aye receive,
Not overquick to s... |
english-ed2/watsonsi/Z200681867 | 372,120 | null | English Poetry | Watson, William, 1858-1935 | 1,858 | III IGNOBLE EASE | 1,888 | 15 | The year of shame by William Watson: With an introduction by the Bishop of Hereford (1897) | Prate thou of generous effort, righteous aim, | y | null | 1850-1900 | IGNOBLE EASE
Never henceforth, O England, nevermore
Prate thou of generous effort, righteous aim,
Whose shame is that thou knowest not thy shame!
Summer hath passed, and Autumn's threshing-floor
Been winnowed; Winter at Armenia's door
Snarls Like a wolf; and still the sword and flame
Sleep not; thou only sleepest; and ... |
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