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american/am1276/Z200197455 | 154,867 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | American Poetry | Tucker, St. George, 1752-1827 | 1,752 | Occasioned by Some Remarks on the Word “Prancing,” in the Preceding by Three Scrupulous Ladies | 1,782 | 16 | The Poems of St. George Tucker [1977] | &indent;Three prudes, a poet's work perusing, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Three prudes, a poet's work perusing,
Begun, at once, his rhymes abusing:
"Sure, 'this enough, for girls to dance!
But here, this poet makes them prance;
Like actresses, arrived from France!"
"Deliver us from such wretched stuff;
Sir, write no more: -- we've read enough."
The poet hangs his head awhile,
Looks u... |
english/rodgeral/Z300475968 | 797,435 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Rodger, Alexander, 1784-1846 | 1,784 | BAITH SIDES O' THE PICTURE. | 1,814 | 40 | Peter Cornclips (1827) | &indent;Gin ye hae nought, ye will hae nane, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Gin you hae pence, you will hae sense,
Gin you hae nought, you will hae nane,
When I had cash, I was thought gash,
And my advice by a' was taken;
The rich and poor then thrang'd my door,
The very dog cam' for his bane,
My purse, my would', were free to a',
And I was roosed by ilka ane.
Guid freens, and... |
c20-english/ep20143/Z300600106 | 305,724 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Stevie, 1902-1971 | 1,902 | Mutchmore and Not‐So | 1,932 | 43 | null | The big family | null | null | 1900-1950 | The big family
In our parts
Are the Likelies
(A cousin of mine married one of them)
They have a large house called Mutchmore
Standing in well-wooded grounds,
A beautiful place, dating
In the front hall and lower part of the fire-place
From the days of Henry the Eighth.
In this house
Now alone since his wife died
And th... |
english/palgrave/Z300455326 | 159,055 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Palgrave, Francis Turner, 1824-1897 | 1,824 | A SONG OF SPRING AND AUTUMN | 1,854 | 16 | Lyrical Poems (1871) | In the season of white wild roses | y | null | 1800-1850 | In the season of white wild roses
We two went hand in hand:
But now in the ruddy autumn
Together already we stand.
O pale pearl-necklace that wandered
O'er the white-thorn's tangled head!
The whitethorn is turned to russet,
The pearls to purple and read!
On the topmost orchard branches
It then was... |
english-ed2/clarejoh/Z300313365 | 869,487 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | A LOOK AT THE HEAVENS | 1,823 | 16 | The Early Poems (1989) | O who can witness with a carless eye | y | null | 1750-1800 | O who can witness with a careless eye
The countless lamps that light and evening sky
& not be struck with wonder at the sighed
To think what mighty power must there abound
That burns each spangle with a steady light
& guides each hanging world its rolling round
What multitudes my misty eyes have found
The countless num... |
c20-english/ep20146/Z400584787 | 266,373 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Szirtes, George, 1948- | 1,948 | Bichonnade | 1,978 | 18 | null | The Mystic Barber teleports himself to Mars. Another carries | null | null | 1900-1950 | The Mystic Barber teleports himself to Mars. Another carries
a noose and a rose wherever he goes. A third collects string
for twenty years. A fourth is a disinherited king,
the Emperor of Byzantium. A fifth ferries
the soul of the dead across the Acheron. There's a certain abandon
in asking, Can I come home with you?
... |
c20-english/ep41001/Z300306356 | 866,441 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967 | 1,906 | Green Names, Green Moss | 1,936 | 52 | null | The grief‐rung, searching bell | null | null | 1900-1950 | The grief-rung, searching bell
Vaulted with footprints flying
Proclaims the pangs of hell
Altered by the dying.
They are gone in. I wait
By the grave's single flower
Where mosses ruminate
On birthday and death-hour.
What earthquake undermines
The general burial-ground,
Altering the proud lines
To a parable unfound?
The... |
american/am0291/Z300154521 | 492,183 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908 | 1,835 | VAGRANT LOVE. | 1,865 | 14 | The poems and sonnets (1909) | &indent;I hear you knock at the long‐closed door | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | O vagrant Love! do you come this way?
I hear you knock at the long-closed door
That turned too oft on its hinge before --
I am stronger now; I can say you Nay.
The vague, sweet smile on your lips today,
Its meaning and magic I know of yore:
O vagrant Love, do you come this way?
I hear your knock at the... |
english/motherwe/Z300447511 | 540,567 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Motherwell, William, 1797-1835 | 1,797 | HE STOOD ALONE. | 1,827 | 18 | The Poetical works (1849) | His mates fell from him, as the grub‐worms drop | n | null | 1750-1800 | He stood alone in and unpitying crowd --
His mates fell from him, as the grub-worms drop
From the green stalk that once had nourished them,
But now is withered and all rottenness
Because it gave such shelter. Pleasure's train --
The light-winged tribes that seek the sunshine only --
No more endeavoured from his eye ... |
c20-american/am20002/Z300202139 | 760,564 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Harper, Michael S., 1938- | 1,938 | NEAR THE WHITE HOUSE | 1,968 | 11 | null | Across is a machine | null | null | 1900-1950 | Across is a machine
in a ship's hull,
and anchor on the Potomac
is a mansion.
This black statue curtsies
in a vanilla smile,
its lips a cross
burning, its heat
flicking the mansion lights:
beacons on the marbleheads
and a sorrow sung is a cross. |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134658 | 94,947 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Urban Gunfire | 1,950 | 19 | null | ‘Civilians’ are not really, truly, people. | null | null | 1900-1950 | 'Civilians' are not really, truly, people.
As regimes fall, they're only 'caught in crossfire'.
Expendablest of the expendable, they
crawl, or if they're lucky someone drags them,
to doorways where they slump and shake till nightfall.
How great it must be not to be civilian
or anything but gun in hand, young, mobile,
s... |
english/wardfred/Z300519985 | 955,394 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ward, Frederick William Orde, 1843-1922 | 1,843 | FIFTY PER CENT. ET CETERA. | 1,873 | 48 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip (1890) | It is down with the wages and up with the toil, | y | null | 1800-1850 | It is down with the wages and up with the toil,
Though the sempstress is white
With the wearing of want, and her heart hath the soil
Which her Misery's write
As in letters of fire, upon cheek, upon brow,
Burning, haggard and thin,
As they shrink from the gaze of her sisters and bow
With their burden of ... |
american/am0240/Z300152826 | 94,915 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Cary, Alice, 1820-1871 | 1,820 | THE LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL. | 1,850 | 35 | The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phœbe Cary (1882) | &indent;Take, take all else at will, | y | null | 1800-1850 | O Memory, be sweet to me --
Take, take all else at will,
So thou but leave me safe and found,
Without a token my heart to wound,
The little house on the hill!
Take all of best from east to west,
So thou but leave me still
The chamber, where in the starry light
I used to lie awake at night
And list to ... |
c20-american/am23006/Z300250436 | 847,225 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Burkard, Michael, 1947- | 1,947 | Untitled | 1,977 | 19 | null | Think to yourself | null | null | 1900-1950 | Think to yourself
the most circular
path, the green
book by
the green river,
and how night
calls softly
one there,
as if you are
water, or a
message before
it is given,
Like the word
by the river,
by the word
next to it |
english/quillina/Z200469473 | 539,273 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Quillinan, Edward, 1791-1851 | 1,791 | In the same Chancel. | 1,821 | 67 | Carmina Brugesiana (1822) | To the sacred Memory of | n | null | 1750-1800 | To the sacred Memory of
The late transcendently virtuous Lady,
Now glorious Saint,
The Right Hon. Elizabeth, Countess of Bridgewater.
She was second daughter to
The Right Hon. William, Marquis of Newcastle,
And wife to the Right Hon. John
Earl of Bridgewater:
And whose family she hath enriched
With and hopeful issue."
... |
english/dallasro/Z200331427 | 922,086 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dallas, Robert Charles, 1754-1824 | 1,754 | STANZAS. INTRODUCTORY TO A FRIEND'S ALBUM. [Resource of amusement refin'd and delightful!] | 1,784 | 16 | Amabel ... and Other Poems (1823) | &indent;What elegant thoughts shall thy pages enrol! | y | null | 1750-1800 | Resource of amusement refined and delightful!
What elegant thoughts shall thy pages enrol!
No line shall find place that's discordant or spiteful,
But Wit charm the fancy, and Friendship the soul.
As in Flora's gay garlands the perfume of roses,
In mingled aromas, remains still the chief,
So here, for our ... |
english/barlowge/Z200270328 | 31,820 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Barlow, George, 1847-1914 | 1,847 | VENUS | 1,877 | 20 | The Poetical Works [1902–1914] | Is even as when white Venus rose | y | null | 1800-1850 | The great sea's infinite repose
Is even as when white Venus rose
Love-glancing;
Ah! is not this her shape that glows
Advancing?
'Tis we have changed: the pure sweet sea,
Venus, alone is worthy thee;
Its splendour
Expects thy coming with soft glee
Most tender!
The seas of Greece were not more fair
Than... |
english/clarejoh/Z300313773 | 867,466 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | STEPPING STONES | 1,823 | 14 | The Midsummer Cushion (1990) | The stepping stones that stride the meadow streams | y | null | 1750-1800 | The stepping stones that stride the meadow streams
Look picturesque amid springs golden gleams
Where steps the traveller with a wary pace
& boy with laughing leisure in his face
Sits on the midmost stone in very whim
To catch the struttles that beneath him swim
While those across the hollow Lake's are bore
& winter flo... |
english-ed2/ep2282/Z300653543 | 422,739 | null | English Poetry | Jones, Mary, d. 1778 | 1,778 | Consolatory Rhymes to Mrs. East, On the Death of her Canary Bird. | 1,808 | 56 | Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. By Mary Jones (1750) | And crowns and frokins undistinguish'd lie; | y | null | 1750-1800 | Since Kings, and Queen's, and Duchesses must die,
And crowns and frokins undistinguished lie;
The Monarch justled by the saucy slave,
And next a Queen's perhaps a Milk-maid's grave;
Since all their flight to other climes must wing,
And even signor Boschi cease to sing;
Grieve not your Bird: for though' no more his thro... |
english/cavenmar/Z400310155 | 177,954 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674 | 1,624 | Of Fairies in the Brain. | 1,654 | 30 | Poems, and phancies (1664) | And by their several Actions they may frame | y | Heroic couplets | 1600-1650 | VVho knows, but that in every Brain may dwell
Those Creatures, we call Fairies, who can tell?
And by their several Actions they may frame
Those Forms and Figures, which we Fancies name;
And when we Sleep, those Visions, Dreams we call,
May by their Industry be Raised all;
And all the Objects, which through Senses get,... |
american/am1302/Z200198414 | 645,536 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 | 1,791 | DEW‐DROPS. | 1,821 | 22 | The Western home (1854) | I thought to find them, but they all are gone. | n | null | 1750-1800 | "Father, there are no dew-drops on my rose;
I thought to find them, but they all are gone.
Was night a niggard? Or did envious dawn
Steal those bright diamonds from unwakened day?"
The father answered not, but pointed where
The sudden falling of a summer shower
Made quiet music mid the quivering leaves,
And through th... |
english/jonesern/Z400405590 | 893,099 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Jones, Ernest Charles, 1819-1868 | 1,819 | III.—THE ANSWER. | 1,849 | 36 | Corayda (1860) | The boy upgazed from his lowly seat | y | null | 1800-1850 | The boy upgazed from his lowly seat
Through the gloom of the solemn night,
Where the clouds were flecked with the silvery feet
Of the stars in their fiery flight.
They waved as black as the raven braid
On a pale queen's forehead bound,
And the earth seemed only a deeper shade
'Mid the shadows that mantl... |
c20-american/am20019/Z200205296 | 794,086 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Olson, Charles, 1910-1970. | 1,910 | The Dance, of the Grizzly Bear | 1,940 | 10 | null | Red Man told me, ‘Your father | null | null | 1900-1950 | Red Man told me, 'Your father
sent me
to teach you to do two things always
at the same time, to be
of words the speaker and of deeds
the doer, this is the way you were |
english/sblawes/Z300491712 | 807,921 | null | English Poetry | Lawes, Henry, 1600-1662 | 1,600 | Loves sweet Repose. | 1,630 | 22 | null | Love and my Sighs thus enter talk; | y | null | 1600-1650 | Amidst the Mirtles as I walk,
Love and my Sighs thus enter talk;
Tell me said I, in deep distress,
Where I may find my Shepherdess.
Then Fool (said Love) knowest thou not this,
In every thing that's good she is,
In yonder Tulip go and seek,
There thou shalt find her Lip and Cheek.
'Tis true, said I, and thereupon,
An... |
c20-american/am20002/Z300202716 | 879,008 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Harper, Michael S., 1938- | 1,938 | [Left Four Corners at 4 A.M.] | 1,968 | 32 | null | twenty‐five mile ride | null | null | 1900-1950 | Left Four Corners at 4 A.M.
twenty-five mile ride
in the grass of the moose;
camped, heaviness
of the brown bear,
the horse grass, the grass
of the moose we sat
on the moose range
still in the timber,
the horses uneasy,
black bear in the camp,
in my sighed, hobbled
horses, freezing rain
high grass of the moose
and the ... |
c20-english/ep17001/Z300302778 | 894,169 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Graves, Robert, 1895-1985 | 1,895 | ‘THE GENERAL ELIOTT’ | 1,925 | 32 | null | He fell in victory's fierce pursuit, | null | null | 1850-1900 | He fell in victory's fierce pursuit,
Holed through and through with shot;
A sabre sweep had hacked him deep
'Twixt neck and shoulder-knot.
The potman cannot well recall,
The ostler never knew,
Whether that day was Malplaquet,
The Boyne, or Waterloo.
But there he hangs, a tavern sign,
With foolish ... |
american/am1233/Z200193820 | 212,285 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Clark, Willis Gaylord, 1808-1841 | 1,808 | THE DEATH SCENE. | 1,838 | 80 | [Poems, in] The religious souvenir (1836) | &indent;Earth's treasures are thine own; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Thou hast a solemn power, o Death!
Earth's treasures are thine own;
The sighs of age -- the infant's breath --
The cottage -- and the throne!
All these, thou spectral Shape! are thine, --
And at thy stern behest,
The from beloved, the face divine,
Are laid in dust to rest.
When time is fresh, and hop... |
c20-american/am20030/Z400210932 | 390,438 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Simpson, Louis Aston Marantz, 1923- | 1,923 | THE CABIN | 1,953 | 40 | null | A woodpile and a fence, | null | null | 1900-1950 | A woodpile and a fence,
grass, a hedge, a screen of trees ...
I wish I had romantic neighbours
to talk about, Like the lady
Yeats speaks of. When she was offended
by a farmer, her serving man
ran out with the garden shears
and brought her the farmer's ears
in a little covered dish.
I have no man to serve me,
but once,... |
english/gilfilla/Z400379060 | 667,822 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Gilfillan, Robert, 1798-1850 | 1,798 | O! COULD I LOSE THE POWER OF THOUGHT. | 1,828 | 40 | Poems and Songs (1851) | O! could I lose the power of thought, | y | null | 1750-1800 | O! could I loose the power of thought,
I still might happy be;
At least this grief might leave my heart,
Could busy memory flee.
And yet, though anguish wrings my soul,
Would I the task forego
Of counting over each moment passed
With her who caused my woe?
I loved as none have ever loved,
Whate'er ... |
english/cunning1/Z200325616 | 406,028 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Cunningham, John, 1729-1773 (trans.) / Anacreon, b. ca. 570 BC (orig.) | 1,729 | IMITATION FROM ANACREON. | 1,759 | 14 | Poems, chiefly Pastoral (1771) | Fill it, to the margin up; | y | null | 1700-1750 | Fill me that capacious cup,
Fill it, to the margin up;
From my veins the thirsty day
Quaffs the vital strength away.
Let a wreathe my temples shield,
Fresh from the enameled field;
These declining roses bow,
Blasted by my sultry brow.
Flowrets, by their friendly aid,
From the Sunbeams from a shade:
Let me from my hea... |
english/bishopsa/Z300280587 | 346,635 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bishop, Samuel, 1731-1795 | 1,731 | EPIGRAM CCXLI. [To ascertain the genuine rust] | 1,761 | 10 | The Poetical Works (1796) | Which antique medals should encrust, | y | Epigram | 1700-1750 | To ascertain the genuine rust,
Which antique medals should encrust,
The connoisseur consults its savour;
With scientific air and mien,
Licks the blue varnish, or the green;
And forms his judgement by the flavour.
Why older coins should therefore sweeter grow,
Is more, I own, than I pretend to kn... |
english/lewismat/Z300415710 | 992,409 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Lewis, M. G. (Matthew Gregory), 1775-1818 | 1,775 | LULLABY. Intended to have been introduced by Mrs. Jordan, as “Cora,” in the play of Pizarro. | 1,805 | 12 | The Life and Correspondence of M. G. Lewis (1839) | Soft are thy slumbers, soft and sweet;— | y | Lullaby | 1750-1800 | Soft are thy slumbers, soft and sweet; --
Oh! when shall my eyes slumbers greet?
Ah, me! he stirs -- that rickling tear
Fell on his cheek, and woke my dear.
Hush thee! hush thee! hush thee, boy!
Let not my tears thy sleep destroy!
Smiles of content thy cheeks adorn, --
When shall such smiles by mine be worn?
Ah, me!... |
c20-american/am22124/Z500297362 | 599,277 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Cummings, E. E. (Edward Estlin), 1894-1962. | 1,894 | XI [O Distinct] | 1,924 | 49 | null | O Distinct | null | null | 1850-1900 | O Distinct
Lady of my unkempt adoration
if I have made
a fragile certain
sung under the window of your soul
it is not Like any songs
(the singers the others
they have been faithful
to many things and which
die
I have been sometime true
to Nothing and which lives
they were found of the handsome
moon never spok... |
c20-american/am30028/Z300357957 | 184,204 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Kasdorf, Julia, 1962- | 1,962 | The Use of Allusion | 1,992 | 24 | null | States away from where I grew up, this prairie | null | null | 1950-2000 | States away from where I grew up, this prairie
smells Like home tonight: goldenrod on the edge
of bloom. Wild rose hips, green when I arrived,
are bloody bulbs. This is one way to mark time.
In the Tang Dynasty's last days, Li Shang-Yin wrote
"wax teardrops," leaving readers forever to guess
all that transpired while ... |
english-ed2/ep2625/Z300676381 | 839,108 | null | English Poetry | Tynan, Katharine, 1861-1931 | 1,861 | THE RECOMPENSE | 1,891 | 32 | Collected Poems by Katharine Tynan (1930) | &indent;Where He and Man might walk together, | y | null | 1850-1900 | God made a Garden first for Man
Where He and Man might walk together,
Before the bitter days began
And when 'it always perfect weather;
A garden full of fruit and flowers,
The butterfly, the be, the Due;
Man had enough in those sweet bowers
Before the old snake wriggled through.
But when poor Man was d... |
c20-american/am22150/Z300244021 | 489,226 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Hugo, Richard, 1923-1982. | 1,923 | Letter to Matthews from Barton Street Flats | 1,953 | 37 | null | Dear Bill: This is where the Nisei farmed, here where the blacktop | null | Verse epistle | 1900-1950 | Dear Bill: This is where the Nisei farmed, here where the blacktop
of a vast shopping complex covers the rich black bottom land.
Lettuce sparkled Like a lake. Then, the war took everything,
farm, farmers and my faith that change (I really mean loss)
is paced slow enough for the blood to adjust. I believed
the detention... |
english/paynejoh/Z200458980 | 726,562 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Payne, John, 1842-1916 | 1,842 | 2. HEINRICH HEINE. | 1,872 | 14 | The Way of the Winepress (1920) | A KNIGHT himself he of the Holy Ghost | y | null | 1800-1850 | A KNIGHT himself he of the Holy Ghost
Styled; on his helm the dove, the Spirit's bird,
Sat, so he deemed, and ordered all his word.
Natheless, mistaken was he in his boast.
No Jew was ever of that haughty host
Counted: no Jew was ever, from the heard
That for thought's sake might sever or preferred
The costly Less unto... |
c20-american/am20026/Z400208457 | 323,417 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Plutzik, Hyam, 1911-1962. | 1,911 | HIROSHIMA | 1,941 | 11 | null | The man who gave the signal sleeps well— | null | null | 1900-1950 | The man who gave the signal sleeps well --
So he says.
But the man who pulled the toggle sleeps badly --
So we read.
And we behind the man who gave the signal --
How do we sleep?
And they below the man who pulled the toggle?
Well? |
english/hawkerro/Z200388842 | 647,490 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hawker, Robert Stephen, 1803?-1875 | 1,803 | A REMEMBRANCE. | 1,833 | 42 | The Poetical Works (1899) | In love toward me in my pilgrimage! | n | null | 1800-1850 | Smiles have been mine, and gentle hearts have yearned
In love towards me in my pilgrimage!
And there was one, whose smile was valued more
By my young soul than all the common lurie,
The snares of beauty for unpractised feeling.
More suns had shone on her than had been mine
By many a summer; but she still was fair,
And ... |
english/roberts1/Z200474472 | 90,755 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Robertson, James, fl. 1768-1788 | 1,768 | BASIL and PHŒBE. | 1,798 | 68 | Poems on several occasions (1773) | But Pride, of Happiness and Love the bane, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Phoebe, the brightest nymph of Beauty's train,
With tenderest vows by Basil was addressed;
But Pride, of Happiness and Love the bane,
Forbad her speak the language of her breast.
Slighted his vows, poor Basil inly pined,
No gleam of comfort opening to his view,
Whilst Pride and Love contend in Phœbe's mind... |
american/am1302/Z200198282 | 572,112 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 | 1,791 | Dialogue between the Canary and Humming Bird. | 1,821 | 16 | Poetry for children (1834) | You gaze from your narrow grate in vain, | y | null | 1750-1800 | You gaze from your narrow grate in vain,
Poor prisoner-bird of the boasted strain;
Fresh flowers spring up in each nook and dell,
Every bird hath a tale of love to tell,
And the fairest bowers 'neath the summer sky
Are the haunt of the gadding butterfly;
While you, in your pitiless durance pine,
Say, what can you know ... |
english/wesleych/Z500531375 | 800,928 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wesley, John, 1703-1791 / Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788 | 1,703 | 2315. [Providence extends its care] | 1,733 | 16 | The Poetical Works (1868) | &indent;&indent;To things minutely small, | y | null | 1700-1750 | Providence extends its care
To things minutely small,
Things the most contingent are
By wisdom ordered all:
Happy they who know His mind,
Obedient to His leading grace,
God in every action find,
And own in all their ways.
By Thy word and Spirit led
And providential will
... |
c20-english/ep20051/Z400596314 | 420,911 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Stevenson, Anne, 1933 Jan. 3- | 1,933 | A successful American advises his sons studying abroad: Reuben Chandler to his sons in Geneva | 1,963 | 48 | null | My dear sons, | null | Verse epistle | 1900-1950 | I have just received Monsieur R's term report
and am much pleased.
He says you work diligently and faithfully
Such work, my sons, prepares you for the time
when you will be men in this our own rich country
where labour is the standard of nobility,
idleness, wretchedness,
and careless indolence, a sin
against the Creato... |
american/am0453/Z200160111 | 962,192 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Riley, James Whitcomb, 1849-1916 | 1,849 | WHAT THEY SAID | 1,879 | 42 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley [1916] | &indent;They who knew her said of her, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Whispering to themselves apart,
They who knew her said of her,
"Dying of a broken heart --
Death her only comforter --
For the man she loved is dead --
She will follow soon!" they said.
Beautiful? Ah! brush the dust
From Raphael's fairest face,
And restore it, as it must
First have s... |
c20-english/ep02001/Z300300609 | 160,498 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Young, Andrew, 1885-1971. | 1,885 | In the Fallow Field | 1,915 | 11 | null | I went down on my hands and knees | null | null | 1850-1900 | I went down on my hands and knees
Looking for trees,
Twin leaves that, sprung from seeds,
Were now too big
For stems much thinner than a twig.
These soon with camomile and clover
And other fallow weeds
Would be turned over;
And I was thinking how
It was a pity someone should not know
That a great forest fell before the... |
english-ed2/ep2527/Z200669146 | 372,418 | null | English Poetry | Barton, Emily M., 1817-1909 | 1,817 | Schools and Scholars | 1,847 | 30 | Straws on the Stream: by E. M. B. (1910) | Joyfully trotting to Kindergart classes, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Bonnie we laddies, and rosy-cheeked lassies,
Joyfully trotting to Kindergart classes,
How gaily you march to the music of duty;
Pictures and poems your emblems of beauty.
The words you are singing in infantine play
May resound in your hearts till the close of your day.
Light-hearted school-boys, reluctantly turning
Yo... |
english-ed2/ep2448/Z200662338 | 779,264 | null | English Poetry | Anderson, Emma Frances, 1842-1868 | 1,842 | BEAUTIFUL FANCIES. | 1,872 | 21 | Colonial Poems. By Mrs. William J. Anderson (1869) | As a cool hand comes to a burning brow, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Beautiful fancies come to me now
As a cool hand comes to a burning brow,
Or a drop of rain to a fading flower,
Soothing my heart in this gloomy hour.
Beautiful fancies come and go,
Till my heart seems freed from its weight of woe.
Beautiful fancies!
Beautiful fancies of voices low,
That I love so well in the long ago.... |
c20-english/fa0201/Z200608712 | 482,697 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Armitage, Simon, 1963- | 1,963 | Ice | 1,993 | 24 | null | As if the window that will not close | null | Lyric | 1950-2000 | As if the window that will not close
and the both water being barely hight enough
and the wet towels
were not enough to worry over.
But your favourite dress
is damp and unironed;
you haven't a stitch to wear
and I am to blame.
Now you will turn the house inside out.
Now you will tear through the wardrobe --
more sho... |
english/dallasro/Z200331470 | 488,318 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dallas, Robert Charles, 1754-1824 | 1,754 | VII. SONG. [Oh cease thy song, sweet Philomel] | 1,784 | 16 | The miscellaneous works (1813) | &indent;Be hushed the voices of the grove, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Oh cease thy sung, sweet Philomel,
Be hushed the voices of the grove,
Let only favouring zephyrs swell,
To waft my sighs to him I love --
Ah no! sweet bird! thy strain prolong,
And court him hither to my breast:
Allure him with thy magic sung,
By love to bless and to be blessed.
Sweet melody the mind ... |
english/rawnsley/Z200472637 | 93,029 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920 | 1,851 | XI. FAREWELL AT LIZARD POINT. | 1,881 | 14 | Sonnets Round the Coast (1887) | Of those who wave their hands, farewell! farewell! | y | Sonnet | 1850-1900 | We say farewell, the half we never know
Of those who wave their hands, farewell! farewell!
And so we fade to distance -- it is well --
If we knew all we leave we could not go.
How many a heart beneath the wings of snow,
In quest of other lands wherein to dwell,
Has passed this headland conscious of a spell,
Yet never ... |
c20-english/maxwell/Z200610463 | 133,267 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Maxwell, Glyn, 1962- | 1,962 | Actress‐As‐Cat | 1,992 | 35 | null | &indent;I loved Actress‐As‐Cat. | null | null | 1950-2000 | I loved Actress-As-Cat.
And if you'd seen her ordering the special
and hoping to enjoy it, or thinking back
and trying to remember my old friends,
or if you'd seen her look
and offer you a light,
or known her middle name and laughed at it,
you wouldn't say I was confessing things,
you'd say 'Of course. Doesn't eve... |
american/am0474/Z200161296 | 346,926 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Pierpont, John, 1785-1866 | 1,785 | REASONS FOR DRINKING. | 1,815 | 12 | Cold water melodies, and Washingtonian songster (1843) | One drinks because he's very hot, | y | null | 1750-1800 | One drinks because he's very hight,
As we are often told;
Another can't refuse a pot,
Because he's very cold.
A third will drink because he's wet,
Its benefits to try;
A fourth must sure a tankard get,
Because he's very dry.
Another must a bargain make,
And have a glass to strike it;
While one and... |
english/browniro/Z300289477 | 677,957 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 | 1,812 | MY LAST DUCHESS. FERRARA | 1,842 | 56 | The Poetical Works (1888–94): DRAMATIC ROMANCES | Looking as if she were alive. I call | y | Heroic couplets | 1800-1850 | That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers Like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and pass... |
c20-english/ep20159/Z300601020 | 165,290 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Scupham, Peter, 1933- | 1,933 | Glory | 1,963 | 32 | null | Things lie on their sides, mainsprings uncurling, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Things lie on their sides, mainsprings uncurling,
Kicking their wheels up, buzzing with awful rumours
To dandelion-clocks and stumpy daisies.
The garden spreads its nets of camouflage
For Britain's Wonderful Fighting Forces; here,
The life of insects and the life of grasses
Is smudged aside by our advancing armies,
The... |
english/bennettw/Z300277726 | 951,927 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bennett, W. C. (William Cox), 1820-1895 | 1,820 | IN THE VATICAN—BEFORE THE FRESCOES OF THE “STANZE DI RAFFAELLO.” | 1,850 | 14 | Poems (1862) | &indent;What sweet imaginings, how heavenly fair, | y | null | 1800-1850 | What dreams divine -- what fancies not of earth,
What sweet imaginings, how heavenly fair,
Possess'd these rooms when Raphael breathed their air
And to their blessed walls gave eternal worth
With these fair forms which from his brain had birth.
Here is his presence round us everywhere,
In the bright glo... |
english/byrongeo/Z300293975 | 752,172 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 | 1,788 | LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW. | 1,818 | 34 | The works (1898–1904): HOURS OF IDLENESS AND OTHER EARLY POEMS: Poems Original and Translated | Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; | y | Heroic couplets | 1750-1800 | Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sighs,
Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;
Where now alone I muse, who oft have trod,
With those I loved, thy soft and verdant sod;
With those who, scattered far, perchance deplore,
Like me, the happy scenes they knew before:
Oh! as I trace again thy winding hill,
Min... |
english-ed2/ep2493/Z200664924 | 364,070 | null | English Poetry | Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892 | 1,823 | Sonnet. | 1,853 | 14 | Poems. By Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1866) | &indent;Like island vales of quiet in the main, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Oh, happy days! Oh, holy days of calm!
Like island vales of quiet in the main,
That bath the soul in spirit-health again,
And sooth the wearied heart with April balm:
When from the dusty city's noise afar
We pass, and live with day and night once more;
Hear the lark carol by the morning shore:
And from ... |
american/am0472/Z200160969 | 71,053 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Ware, Henry, 1794-1843 | 1,794 | AT THE DEDICATION OF DIVINITY HALL. | 1,824 | 24 | The miscellaneous writings (1846) | &indent;And consecrate to Power divine. | y | null | 1750-1800 | With praise and prayer our gift we bring,
And consecrate to Power divine.
Great God, accept the offering,
And make it wholly, only thine.
O that we may not look in vain
To see thy glory here displayed!
As when, within thine ancient fane,
Thy royal servant knelt and prayed, --
We kneel -- we prey -- wi... |
c20-english/ent2201/Z300593041 | 246,379 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Joseph, Jenny, 1932- | 1,932 | February floods, 1953 | 1,962 | 45 | null | Those who were far inland | null | null | 1900-1950 | Those who were far inland
Saw, for a moment, the approaching tempest,
A sudden animal raging across the woods,
Bend each tree as a current sways weeds in water.
The roaring beast turned the landscape to a storm track
Till it hit the house, cracked the double windows
And blue the barn door to leave empty hinges.
And th... |
english/blackiej/Z300280918 | 92,127 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Blackie, John Stuart, 1809-1895 | 1,809 | MAY SONG. | 1,839 | 24 | Lyrical Poems (1860) | &indent;Where the stream is winding clearly O! | y | null | 1800-1850 | On Ettrick bank the primrose grows,
Where the stream is winding clearly O!
Though the ash be gray, the birch is green,
And the birds are chanting cheerly O!
Thou weary heart, why nurse the smart
Of a fruitless grief so drearily?
What should thee stay, to greet the May,
Like a bird on the wing, so cheeri... |
c20-american/am30181/Z400486249 | 577,330 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Root, William Pitt, 1941- | 1,941 | Song of Benediction | 1,971 | 10 | null | May light sweeten in your lungs | null | null | 1900-1950 | May light sweeten in your lungs
may your tongue shine
May you be grateful to your body
for the offenses it forgives you
may your body please you
may your mind accept its forms
and guide you among dangers and pleasures |
english-ed2/ep2603/Z200674400 | 323,451 | null | English Poetry | Reeves, William Pember, 1857-1932 | 1,857 | New Zealand | 1,887 | 48 | The Passing of the Forest and Other Verse: by William Pember Reeves (1925) | &indent;And winds of the masterless deep, | y | null | 1850-1900 | God girded her about with the surges,
And winds of the masterless deep,
With tumult that rouses and urges
Quick billows to sparkle and leap;
He filled from the life of their motion
Her nostrils with breath of the sea
And gave her afar in the ocean
A citadel free.
Her never the fever-mists shrouding
... |
english/smartchr/Z300487945 | 676,302 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smart, Christopher, 1722-1771 (trans.) / Psalms of David (orig.) | 1,722 | OR THIS [PSALM LXXXIV.] | 1,752 | 78 | A translation of the psalms of David (1765) | What lovely mansions of delight | y | Metrical Psalm | 1700-1750 | O how stupendous to the sighed,
What lovely mansions of delight
Thy dwelling place displays!
O Lord, to whom the hosts belong
Of thousands, and ten thousands, strong
In thankfulness and praise.
My heart unto thy courts aspires,
And all its longings and desires
Are for the bliss above,
My zealous soul withi... |
american/am0117/Z200147264 | 670,776 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Larcom, Lucy, 1824-1893 | 1,824 | GIPSY CHILDREN'S SONG | 1,854 | 42 | Childhood songs (1875) | &indent;Why don't you run | y | null | 1800-1850 | White little housed-up things,
Why don't you run
Out in the sun?
Beauty that blossoms and sings
Never was made
Strong in the shade.
Why do you shadow the face
Pale as a doll's,
Now the wind calls,
"Hurry, and give us a chase"?
Where the winds blow
Roses will grow.
Here we swing high on... |
english/henleywi/Z300392042 | 22,452 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Henley, William Ernest, 1849-1903 | 1,849 | V [I am the Reaper.] | 1,879 | 27 | Poems (1921) | All things with heedful hook | y | null | 1800-1850 | I am the Reaper.
All things with heedful hook
Silent I gather.
Pale roses touched with the spring,
Tall corn in summer,
Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms --
Reaping, still reaping --
All things with heedful hook
Timely I gather.
I am the Sour.
All the unbodied life
Runs through my seed-sheet.
Atom w... |
english/cantonwi/Z200587044 | 116,550 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Canton, William, 1845-1926 | 1,845 | Parting | 1,875 | 15 | null | May ne'er you lack a loving lass, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Where'er you go, on ground or grass,
May never you lack a loving lass,
With tender lips and honest eyes,
To make you happy and keep you wise --
Where'er you go.
Where'er you go, on grass or ground,
No truer maid will ever be found
Than she, whose heart will follow you
With love and sorrow enough for two --
A... |
american/am1089/Z300189217 | 898,947 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Dickinson, Emily, 1830-1886 | 1,830 | IV. DAY'S PARLOR. | 1,860 | 17 | Poems (1892) | Then sprang before the hills | y | null | 1800-1850 | The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
The purple could not keep the east,
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.
The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,... |
american/am1274/Z200197249 | 313,757 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | English, Thomas Dunn, 1819-1902 | 1,819 | A HEART‐BURST. | 1,849 | 12 | The select poems (1894) | If you insist to pledge with me, then drop a single tear. | y | null | 1800-1850 | Fill me no cup of Xeres wine to her my heart holds dear;
If you insist to pledge with me, then drop a single tear.
For she I love is far away, and months must pass before
Her heart shall leap to hear again my foot-tramp at the door;
And thus apart, my weary heart, torn both with Hope's and fears,
Gives to my spirit wre... |
english-ed2/ep2469/Z300663542 | 248,379 | null | English Poetry | Ferguson, Dugald, 1833-1920 | 1,833 | A MOTHER'S GRAVE. | 1,863 | 16 | Castle Gay and Other Poems. By Dugald Ferguson ... (1912) | Give place to the unbidden tear: | y | null | 1800-1850 | Hush! thoughts of toil, while gazing here,
Give place to the unbidden tear:
Ambition, Passion, cease to rave
While gazing on my mother's grave.
Oh! hallowed spot of God's wide earth,
That holds the from that gave me birth;
Though parted by the ocean wave,
Still fancy shows my mother's grave.
With childhood's memories... |
c20-american/am22025/Z200230381 | 150,154 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Ferril, Thomas Hornsby, 1896-1988 | 1,896 | BOB FORD IN ATTICA. A Song of Nemesis. | 1,926 | 30 | null | Shall never ride again, | null | null | 1850-1900 | Cole Younger, Quantrell, Jesse James
Shall never ride again,
For there are wires and phonographs
And fonts of type and men
Who pigeon-hole a fearful sung
To keep it safe and true and strong.
"It was on Saturday night, Jesse was at home,
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along Like a thief in the night
An... |
english/procterb/Z300467025 | 791,475 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Cornwall, Barry, 1787-1874 | 1,787 | SONG. [Sleep, my Leila: do not fear] | 1,817 | 24 | A Sicilian Story (1820) | Close thine eyes; thy Hassan's here. | y | null | 1750-1800 | Sleep, my Leila: do not fear;
Close thine eyes; thy Hassan's here.
Thy lover's still beside thee:
Then how can harm betide thee?
Sleep, my rose of beauty, sleep,
And I will hush thy murmurs deep,
And watch thee while thou sleepest,
And kiss thee if thou weepest.
Yet, may no fears, nor aught that seems
Evil ever haunt... |
english-ed2/newbolts/Z200680044 | 480,450 | null | English Poetry | Newbolt, Sir Henry John, 1862-1938. | 1,862 | Youth | 1,892 | 12 | Poems: New and Old: By Henry Newbolt (1921) | &indent;Swift on the weary road his footfall comes; | y | null | 1850-1900 | His sung of dawn outsoars the joyful bird,
Swift on the weary road his footfall comes;
The dusty air that by his stride is stirred
Beats with a buoyant march of fairy drums.
"Awake, O Earth! thine ancient slumber break;
To the new day, O slumberous Earth, awake!"
Yet long ago that merry march began,
His fe... |
faber/fa1601/Z400562216 | 460,720 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | The Faber Poetry Library | Muir, Edwin, 1887-1959 | 1,887 | IMPERSONAL CALAMITY (1984) | 1,917 | 27 | null | Respectable men have witnessed terrible things, | null | null | 1850-1900 | Respectable men have witnessed terrible things,
And rich and poor things extraordinary,
These murder-haunted years. Even so, even so,
Respectable men seem still respectable,
The ordinary no less ordinary,
For our inherited features cannot show
More than traditional grief and happiness
That rise from old and worn and si... |
modern/ent2601/Z300573931 | 768,241 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Pitter, Ruth, 1897-1992 | 1,897 | BUT FOR LUST | 1,927 | 16 | null | But for lust we could be friends, | null | null | 1850-1900 | But for lust we could be friends,
On each other's necks could weep:
In each other's arms could sleep
In the calm the cradle lends:
Lends awhile, and takes away.
But for hunger, but for fear,
Calm could be our day and year
From the yellow to the gray:
From the gold to the gray hair,
But for passion... |
english/ramsayal/Z200470949 | 152,611 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ramsay, Allan, 1686-1758 | 1,686 | PROLOGUE, before the acting of Aurenzebe and the Drummer, by the young Gentlemen of the Grammar School of Haddington, August 1727, spoke by Mr. Charles Cockburn, Son to Colonel Cockburn. | 1,716 | 24 | The Works (1944–1973) | Only to stare—we speak to those can hear | y | null | 1650-1700 | Be hush, you Crowd, who pressing round appear
Only to stare -- we speak to those can hear
The nervous Phrase, which raises Thoughts more high,
When added Action leads them through' the Eye.
To paint fair Virtue, Humours and Mistakes,
Is what our School with Pleasure undertakes,
Thro' various Incidents of Life, led on
B... |
english/relphjos/Z200473165 | 618,679 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Relph, Josiah, 1712-1743 | 1,712 | PSALM CXXIII. | 1,742 | 12 | A Miscellany of Poems (1747) | &indent;In mercy, as in might, supreme; | y | Metrical Psalm | 1700-1750 | To thee who sittest enthroned on high,
In mercy, as in might, supreme;
To thee I raise my wishful eye,
And wait thy warm indulgent beam.
Thus looks a servant that's sincere,
Thus fixed attends his master's face;
Blessed, if approving smiles appear
And wretched, if he reads disgrace.
O God! 'this hard,... |
american/am0359/Z300157499 | 816,950 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Cary, Phoebe, 1824-1871 | 1,824 | PROVIDENCE. | 1,854 | 36 | The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phœbe Cary (1882) | &indent;When the summer‐time is dead? | y | null | 1800-1850 | "Ah! what will become of the lily,
When the summertime is dead?
Must she lay her spotless robes away,
And hide in the dust her head?"
"My child, the hand that bows her head
Can lift it up anew;
And weave another shining robe
Of sunshine and of Due."
"But, father, what will the sparrows do?
Though ... |
english/peacockt/Z300459523 | 489,385 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Peacock, Thomas Love, 1785-1866 | 1,785 | DREAMS FROM PETRONIUS ARBITER | 1,815 | 22 | The Works (1924–1934) | Sport with the ever‐restless minds of men, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Dreams, which, beneath the hovering shades of night,
Sport with the ever-restless minds of men,
Descend not from the gods. Each busy brain
Creates its own. For when the chains of sleep
Have bound the weary, and the lightened mind
Unshackled plays, the actions of the light
Become renewed in darkness. Then the chief,
Who... |
modern/ent1701/Z300575087 | 212,545 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Henry, Michael, 1942- | 1,942 | Cream Tea | 1,972 | 18 | null | When you were young and smelt of milk | null | null | 1900-1950 | When you were young and smelled of milk
I walked you through the Oxford lanes
and bought you cream tea in teashops --
'Just ordinary cream!' the waitress said --
the table had a Friesian cloth
we were blue plaque people then --
now the cream has turned to quark --
hadron, baryon and meson
the unveiling of the cosmi... |
american/am0167/Z300149176 | 130,211 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Tyler, Royall, 1757-1826 | 1,757 | Love Varses to the Bucheous Daffodel | 1,787 | 36 | The verse of Royall Tyler [1968] | null | y | null | 1750-1800 | Alas! my sweet Daffodel's eyes
Aye made a greet ole in my arts
With rapchure my art almost die,
When I see my adjored depart.
She's as bucheous as morning in May;
No wonder to love I'm injuc'd;
She's the shweetest of creachures I say,
That nachure has ever projuc'd.
Not Harculus boasts of more force;
... |
english/wiltonri/Z300538820 | 53,948 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilton, Richard, b. 1827 | 1,827 | O ye Light and Darkness, bless ye the Lord; praise Him and magnify Him for ever. | 1,857 | 14 | Benedicite [1889] | &indent;And waft His praise on balanced wing: | y | null | 1800-1850 | O Light and Darkness, come and go,
And waft His praise on balanced wing:
O Light, your morning glories bring,
For Him spread out your evening glow:
O'er all this beauteous world below
Your joy-inspiring radiance fling:
O Light and Darkness, come and go,
And waft His praise on balanced wing.
O Darkness,... |
american/am0313/Z200155616 | 234,258 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Bierce, Ambrose, 1842-1914? | 1,842 | Jerusalem, Old and New. | 1,872 | 22 | The fiend's delight (1873) | Didymus Dunkleton Doty Don John | y | null | 1800-1850 | Didymus Dunkleton Doty Don John
Is a parson of high degree;
He holds forth of Sundays to marvelling crowds
Who wonder how vice can still be
When smitten so stoutly by Didymus Don --
Disciple of Calvin is he.
But sinners still laugh at his talk of the New
Jerusalem -- ha-ha, te-he!
And biting their thum... |
c20-english/oxf0701/Z300586663 | 581,669 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | McKendrick, Jamie, 1955- | 1,955 | THE MASTER STROKE | 1,985 | 16 | null | The hair stands on end and waits to be split | null | null | 1950-2000 | The hair stands on end and waits to be split
by the heaved of the little axeman.
The two halves peel the length of the hairshaft
to the applause of two ladies-in-waiting
whose calves are Like four table legs.
The hair that's split is split again.
That's not a hair the axeman says
it's a silk thread, a grass bla... |
english/crosland/Z300587267 | 978,485 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Crosland, T. W. H. (Thomas William Hodgson), 1865-1924 | 1,865 | Dawn | 1,895 | 14 | null | These are the fights of Love and Joy and Men | y | null | 1850-1900 | These are the fights of Love and Joy and Men
With Fate and Death and the illicit Beast,
For guerdons, of which Glory is the least
And Honour not the highest. The old reign
Of Night shall topple, the old Wrongs be slave:
Fitting it is that you go to the Feast
While angel suns kindle the young-eyed east
And bring the bre... |
english/dyergeor/Z300344440 | 776,591 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dyer, George, 1755-1841 | 1,755 | ALFRED. | 1,785 | 64 | Poems (1802) | &indent;Her vot'ries lead thro' Error's maze? | y | null | 1750-1800 | Ah! why should Song, enchanting Song,
Her votarys led through' Error's maze?
Why Flattery, poisoning future days,
Give pride those laurels that to truth belong?
Avaunt, thou barred of ancient time!
I hate the base insidious Lyre,
That bids the dazzled crowds retire,
While tyrants sit as gods sublime.
I... |
english/clarejoh/Z300313130 | 108,283 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | THE INVITATION | 1,823 | 32 | The Early Poems (1989) | A Witch or wizard g&sblank;d knows what | y | null | 1750-1800 | A Witch or vizard g&sblank;d knows what
Rally'd I' D[rur]ys sh&sblank;p Like thunder
Or riding besom sticks or not
Her message struck a lout with' wonder
She 'quired for J[ohnn]y -- aye! for what
His muse had made him known g&sblank;d speed her
He hobbled up put on his hat
& hung Like ass behind its leader
The door w... |
english/roberts1/Z200474463 | 351,818 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Robertson, James, fl. 1768-1788 | 1,768 | Let us all fall a yawning together. | 1,798 | 50 | Collection of comic songs [1805] | I never was known loud to laugh, | y | null | 1750-1800 | I never was known loud to laugh,
Nor yet have I been a great weeper,
Though Like a true lazy-bred calf,
I must own I'm a mighty greet sleeper;
I've horrible dreams and dull nights,
Occasion'd by badness of weather;
I'll sing about mildews and blights,
Then, let's all fall a yawning together.
Ye ... |
english-ed2/ep2602/Z200674190 | 379,112 | null | English Poetry | Parkes, Henry, Sir, 1815-1896 | 1,815 | LOVE'S HOME. | 1,845 | 12 | Fragmentary Thoughts. By Sir Henry Parkes ... (1889) | Underfoot, in crimson glory, have the carpet's wealth unrolled; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Man may built his walls of granite, high and splendid to behold;
Underfoot, in crimson glory, have the carpet's wealth unrolled;
And the ceiling flowered with gold may raise, to grace each gorgeous room;
But, alas! for these, heart-nestled love will choose not there a home.
Man may single out a cottage nook in some re... |
english/huntjame/Z300402323 | 264,601 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hunt, Leigh, 1784-1859 | 1,784 | SONNET. [Well, if I must, I think I might begin] | 1,814 | 14 | Juvenilia (1803) | &indent;But your long Sonnets are so horrid hard; | y | Sonnet | 1750-1800 | Well, if I must, I think I might begin,
But your long Sonnets are so horrid hard;
Yet soft, I've God in a poetic pin;
Wond'rous! one stave's dropped out this head of lard!
Well, I'll be hanged if I know what to say:
Why how! I've tumbled on another line;
O admirandum! Phœbus smiles to day;
Another! Wel... |
english/yearsley/Z200545267 | 482,995 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Yearsley, Ann, 1756-1806 | 1,756 | THOUGHTS ON THE AUTHOR's OWN DEATH. WRITTEN WHEN VERY YOUNG. | 1,786 | 80 | Poems on several occasions (1785) | On oozy banks th'expiring swan reclin'd, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Thus, when the fatal stroke of Death's designed,
On oozy banks th'expiring swan reclined,
Her own sad requiem sings in languid note,
While over the stream the dying echoes float.
But, ah! can youth dwell on the tragic part?
Can I describe the trembling, panting heart?
In Fancy's frolic age can I relate
The pangs, the ... |
american/am0144/Z300148257 | 239,331 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Stedman, Edmund Clarence, 1833-1908 | 1,833 | GEORGE ARNOLD | 1,863 | 48 | The poems [1908] | &indent;Whose strength was so untimely shaken, | y | null | 1800-1850 | We stood around the dreamless from
Whose strength was so untimely shaken,
Whose sleep not all our love could warm,
Nor any dearest voice awaken;
And while the Autumn breathed her sighs,
And dropped a thousand leafy glories,
And all the pathways, and the skies,
Were mindful of his songs and stories,
No... |
english/bowleswi/Z300285680 | 683,667 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850 | 1,762 | THE LEGEND OF ST CECILIA AND THE ANGEL. | 1,792 | 20 | The poetical works (1855) | &indent;Were slowly stealing round, | y | null | 1750-1800 | 'Twas when, O meekest eve! thy shadows dim
Were slowly stealing round,
With more impassioned found
Divine Cecilia sang her vesper hymn,
And swelled the solemn chord
In hallelujahs to thy name, O Lord!
And now I see her raise
Rapt adoration's gaze,
With lips just opening, and with humid eyes
... |
english/oliphant/Z200452516 | 677,075 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Nairne, Carolina Oliphant Nairne, Baroness, 1766-1845 | 1,766 | YE SPIRES OF BANFF. | 1,796 | 16 | null | &indent;Now quickly fading frae my view, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Ye spires of Banff, sae fair to see,
Now quickly fading frae my view,
Oh! when shall I return to thee,
How bid a sad, a long adieu?
'Tis duty calls me far away,
'Tis duty sends me our the sea;
Tho' found affection bids me stay --
Fareweel, farewell, dear Banff, to thee!
Oh! maun I cross the Moray Firt... |
african-american/mcclella/Z200427532 | 877,659 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | McClellan, George Marion, 1860-1934 | 1,860 | HEART YEARNINGS. | 1,890 | 24 | Poems (1895) | Oh! for the welcome breath of country air, | y | null | 1850-1900 | Oh! for the welcome breath of country air,
With summer skies and flowers,
To shout and feel once more the halcyon
Of gayer boyhood hours.
I think the sighed of fields and shady lanes
Would ease my heart of pains.
To cool once more my thirst where bubbled up
The waters of a spring,
Where I have seen the... |
english/landonla/Z300412165 | 743,338 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | L. E. L. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon), 1802-1838 | 1,802 | HEAD OF ARIADNE. | 1,832 | 36 | The Vow of the Peacock (1835) | Oh, why should Woman ever love, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Oh, why should Woman ever love,
Throwing her chance away,
Her little chance of summer shine,
Upon a rainbow ray?
Look back on each old history,
Each fresh remembered tale;
They'll tell how often love has made
The cheek of woman pale; --
Her unrequited love, a flower
Dying for air and light;
Her lo... |
modern/ent2601/Z300573833 | 344,479 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Pitter, Ruth, 1897-1992 | 1,897 | ON A CERTAIN PHILOSOPHY | 1,927 | 24 | null | Out of the order, the calm, the mighty conclusions | null | null | 1850-1900 | Out of the order, the calm, the mighty conclusions
Breathe as of balm, sing triumph, Like adamant shine.
Lions lie there amid lily and violet sleeping:
Fire arises, and delicate Due descends to assuage it.
Sphere within sphere cries thunderously Hosanna,
Space beyond space extends virginal, holy and silent;
The sacred ... |
c20-english/ep02001/Z300300543 | 241,365 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Young, Andrew, 1885-1971. | 1,885 | The Stars | 1,915 | 24 | null | The stars rushed forth tonight | null | null | 1850-1900 | The stars rushed forth tonight
Fast on the faltering light;
So thick those stars did lie
No room was left for sky;
And to my upturned stare
A snow-storm filled the air.
Stars lay Like yellow pollen
That from a flower has fallen;
And single stars I saw
Crossing themselves in awe;
Some stars in sudden fear
Fell Like a f... |
c20-american/am20072/Z300214415 | 140,175 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Davenport, Dorothy, 1896-1977 | 1,896 | BETWEEN APHORISMS. | 1,926 | 14 | null | That consummation is an empty cup | null | null | 1850-1900 | Come then, my dear -- although I warn you now
That consummation is and empty cup
Stainless of liquour; if you take it up
Your tongue will tangle in the why and how.
But never mind, and come. The slender hand
Is shifting nothingness in artful guise,
And to our keen and philosophic eyes,
A vision in a nonexistent land.
T... |
c20-english/oxf1501/Z200586970 | 293,462 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Williams, Hugo, 1942- | 1,942 | Toilet | 1,972 | 28 | null | I wonder will I speak to the girl | null | null | 1900-1950 | I wonder will I speak to the girl
sitting opposite me on this train.
I wonder will my mouth open and say,
'Are you going all the way
to Newcastle?' or 'Can I get you a coffee?'
Or will it simply go 'aaaaah'
as if it had a mind of its own?
Half closing eggshell blue eyes,
she runs her hand through her hair
so that it c... |
english/blackiej/Z300280816 | 187,031 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Blackie, John Stuart, 1809-1895 | 1,809 | ROB ROY'S CAVE. | 1,839 | 14 | Lays of the Highlands and Islands (1872) | &indent;And foxes holes, and sheep the sheltering fold; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Here lodged Rob Roy; proud kings have palaces,
And foxes holes, and sheep the sheltering fold;
Fish own the pools, and birds the plumy trees;
And stout Rob Roy possessed this granite hold.
Call him not thief and robber: he was born
A hero more than most that wear a star,
And brooked his brawny strength with... |
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