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english/cavenmar/Z300309995 | 870,623 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674 | 1,624 | All things last or dissolve according to the Composure of Atomes. | 1,654 | 28 | Poems, and phancies (1664) | So long, as those, which closeness do maintain; | y | null | 1600-1650 | Atomes, which loosely join, do not remain
So long, as those, which closeness do maintain;
Those make all things i'th' VVorld to ebb and flow,
According as the moving Atomes go;
Others in Bodies they do join so close,
As in long time they never stir nor lose;
And some will join so close, and knit so fast,
As if unstirre... |
english/paynejoh/Z200458951 | 407,637 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Payne, John, 1842-1916 | 1,842 | THE RESTLESS DEAD. | 1,872 | 14 | The Way of the Winepress (1920) | THE air about me, where my life is led, | y | null | 1800-1850 | THE air about me, where my life is led,
Here in these brumous steps of stone and brick,
Heavy with mournful memories and thick
Is with the windy presence of the dead.
The ways nocturnal feet of shadow tread,
A million-fold more numerous than the quick,
And echoes of extinguished voices prick
The silence in the darkness... |
english/crosland/Z200587546 | 753,624 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Crosland, T. W. H. (Thomas William Hodgson), 1865-1924 | 1,865 | Mr. Arthur James Balfour. | 1,895 | 97 | null | I have been thinking about you; | n | null | 1850-1900 | I have been thinking about you;
And, between ourselves,
I begin to incline to the opinion
That you are
Rather
A notable
Person.
Golf, people tell me,
Is a great game:
When I ask them why,
They say: "Well -- er -- well --
You see --
Mr. Balfour
Plays it."
And then I say:
"Mr. Balfour, of course,
Is not the only sensib... |
american/am1327/Z200200068 | 937,106 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Very, Jones, 1813-1880 | 1,813 | The Ancient Burial Places in Peabody | 1,843 | 24 | The Complete Poems [1993] | They lie by the roadside, where they lived, | y | null | 1800-1850 | They lie by the roadside, where they lived,
In the fields they loved to till;
And the landscape round a fitness lends,
Which the musing mind does fill
With a peace and rest, in sweet accord
With the lives, which here they led;
As with honest toil, and frugal ways,
They toiled for their daily bred.
In ... |
english-ed2/ep2493/Z300665812 | 100,487 | null | English Poetry | Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892 | 1,823 | An Autumn Evening. | 1,853 | 77 | Songs and Romances, Etc. By Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1878) | &indent;Closes the wet autumnal day; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Silent and sadly over the plain
Closes the wet autumnal day;
The leaves are falling, yellow and grey,
And the crows fly low in the rain:
Dimly, a glare from the western ledges,
Touching the dank brown river sedges,
Falls on the garden's dripping hedges,
And reddens the distan... |
english/lyttoned/Z400421649 | 663,373 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of, 1831-1891 | 1,831 | SEA‐SIDE ELEGIACS. | 1,861 | 40 | The Poems (1869) | &indent;When, in the wind on the wharf, keen from the edge of the land, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Ever my heart beats high and the blood in me dances delighted,
When, in the wind on the wharf, keen from the edge of the land,
Watching the white-wingèd black-bodied ships, as they rise uninvited
Over the violet-dark wall oh' the waters, I stand.
Wondrous with life that is in them, aware of the waters and weath... |
c20-american/am23017/Z200251121 | 385,319 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Eigner, Larry, 1927-1996 | 1,927 | [now] | 1,957 | 21 | null | now | null | null | 1900-1950 | null |
modern/car5301/Z300135787 | 113,079 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Wells, Robert, 1947- | 1,947 | ‘When days open ...’ | 1,977 | 15 | null | When days open and air softens | null | null | 1900-1950 | When days open and air softens
And sun spills over the sides of hills
That had lain in shade,
Shall body and heart resist?
What else was winter
But a grindstone against which they were set?
Sparks rushed, brittle and heatless,
Against unfeeling hands.
The axe was lifted away, made sharply bright.
Now the birds' unde... |
english/barhamri/Z200268669 | 922,418 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ingoldsby, Thomas, 1788-1845 | 1,788 | MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION. | 1,818 | 96 | The Ingoldsby Legends (1840) | &indent;For emulation can with it compare? | y | null | 1750-1800 | Och! the Coronation! what celebration
For emulation can with it compare?
When to Westminster the Royal Spinster,
And the Duke of Leinster, all in order did repair!
'Twas there you'd see the New Polishemen
Making a skrimmage at half after four,
And the Lords and Ladies, and the Miss O'Gradys,
All standin... |
english/fletcher/Z300375290 | 692,158 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Fletcher, R., fl. 1656-1661 (trans.) / Martial (orig.) | 1,656 | Ad Licinium Suram, Epig. 46. | 1,686 | 12 | Ex otio Negotium (1656) | Whose tongue brought back our Grand‐fathers agen, | y | null | 1650-1700 | Licinius! thou crown of learned men!
Whose tongue brought back our Grand-fathers again,
Thou art restored, but with how great a fate?
Returnd almost from the eternal gate,
Our wishes now had lossed their fear: secure
Our tears did weep thy lose as passed all cure.
But yet the King of death could not sustain
Our grief, ... |
english/smithhor/Z300489083 | 394,767 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Horace, 1779-1849 | 1,779 | MORAL ALCHEMY. | 1,809 | 78 | The Poetical Works (1846) | &indent;Sought to transmute | y | null | 1750-1800 | The toils of Alchemists, whose vain pursuit
Sought to transmute
Dross into gold, -- their secrets and their store
Of mystic lore,
What to the jibing modern do they seem?
An ignis fatuus chase, a phantasy, a dream! --
Yet for enlightened moral Alchemists
There still exists
A philosophic stone, whose magic s... |
c20-english/ep58001/Z300607555 | 946,461 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert), 1885-1930 | 1,885 | DEMOCRACY | 1,915 | 18 | null | I am a democrat in so far as I love the free sun in men | null | null | 1850-1900 | I am a democrat in so far as I love the free sun in men
and and aristocrat in so far as I detest narrow-gutted,
possessive persons.
I love the sun in any man
when I see it between his brows
clear, and fearless, even if tiny.
But when I see these gray successful men
so hideous and corpse-like, utterly sunless,
Like gr... |
english/wesleych/Z500530755 | 152,686 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wesley, John, 1703-1791 / Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788 | 1,703 | 1715. [Thou dost my helpless case behold] | 1,733 | 24 | The Poetical Works (1868) | &indent;With pity's melting eye, | y | null | 1700-1750 | Thou dost my helpless case behold
With pity's melting eye,
A soul unsaved, a sinner old,
Attach'd to earth I lie:
Weigh'd down with gilded, overwhelmed, oppressed,
I feebly mean to prey,
And ere I utter my request,
Thou knowest what I would say.
The ulcers which I hide from man,
I cannot hide from ... |
english/wardfred/Z300518993 | 964,940 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ward, Frederick William Orde, 1843-1922 | 1,843 | WILSON'S LAST STAND. | 1,873 | 48 | English Roses (1899) | Shoulder to shoulder they stood, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Shoulder to shoulder they stood,
Strong men and good;
Only a handful, but still
All with one will,
Never to fly that last field --
Never to yield;
Wounded and wearied and spent,
Though yet unbent;
And if outworn they must lie,
Ready to die,
Shoulder to shoulder they stood,
Strong men and good.
Shoulder to shoulder th... |
english/wesleych/Z400526295 | 362,608 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wesley, John, 1703-1791 / Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788 | 1,703 | HYMN XXXII. PART III. [Mercy, that heaven‐descending guest] | 1,733 | 48 | The Poetical Works (1868) | Resided in her gentle breast, | y | Hymn | 1700-1750 | Mercy, that heaven-descending guest,
Resided in her gentle breast,
And full possession kept;
While listening to the orphan's moan,
And echoing back the widow's groan,
She wept with them that wept.
Affliction, poverty, disease,
Drew out her soul in soft distress
The wretched to relieve:
In all the works of ... |
c20-american/am20014/Z300203624 | 90,929 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Creeley, Robert, 1926- | 1,926 | For a Screaming Lady | 1,956 | 11 | null | Pumping away pumping away | null | null | 1900-1950 | Pumping away pumping away
now everyone is pumping away.
The blood is circulated through the body
by hope faith and charity.
Big bans are assembled on every street corner
no one is crying anymore.
Now likewise when you see me you can look at me
because I won't be. |
english/bennettw/Z200277825 | 631,117 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bennett, W. C. (William Cox), 1820-1895 | 1,820 | OH, I CARE NOT FOR THE NORTH WIND. | 1,850 | 16 | Sea Songs (1878) | &indent;I care not for the West, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Oh, I care not for the North wind,
I care not for the West,
I little Like the East wind,
It's the South I love the best;
It blows from far, far sunny seas,
The bright waves of the South,
And warm against my lips it blows
With kisses from his mouth.
I lean out from the casement;
It's South I lean my... |
english/cookeliz/Z300319686 | 454,416 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Cook, Eliza, 1818-1889 | 1,818 | THE YOUNG MARINERS. | 1,848 | 64 | The Poetical Works (1870) | Wild urchin mariners, who knew no play‐place but the sea: | y | null | 1800-1850 | Bred up beside the rugged coast, three brother's bold were we;
Wild urchin mariners, who knew no play-place but the sea:
We spurned all space the earth could give -- the valley, hill, and field;
The main, the boundless main alone, our reckless sports could yield.
We long had borrowed sail and skiff, -- obliged to be co... |
american/am0559/Z300164480 | 451,298 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Piatt, John James, 1835-1917 | 1,835 | THROUGH A WINDOW PANE. [A Winter Memory.] | 1,865 | 12 | At the holy well (1887) | &indent;Playfully, by the pane, | y | null | 1800-1850 | That bright December morning,
Playfully, by the pane,
She lingered; -- for ever blossom,
Sweet morning, in heart and brain!
With arch farewell she lingered,
Her face through the frost-bloom bright,
Smiling; -- Like frost-bloom vanished
That vision into the light.
For ever and ever, smiling,
To me ... |
modern/car2501/Z400551225 | 544,027 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | MacDiarmid, Hugh, 1892-1978 | 1,892 | The Widower | 1,922 | 12 | null | Pitmirk and snell | null | null | 1850-1900 | Auld wife, on a Night Like this
Pitmirk and snell
It's hard for a man Like me
To believe in himself'.
A wheen nerves that hotch in the void,
And a drappy Blood,
And a buik that craves for the doonfa'
Like a guisand cude.
For Guid's sake, Jean, wauken up!
A word frae your mou'
Has knit my gantin' timbers
Thegither or ... |
english/ellisonh/Z200347869 | 321,408 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890 | 1,811 | ON THE FIRST INTRODUCTION OF THE PRIMROSE INTO NEW HOLLAND BY A LADY. | 1,841 | 14 | The Poetry of Real Life (1851) | She comes, like Memory, calling up what each | y | null | 1800-1850 | She comes, Like Memory, calling up what each
Of dearest had, in other times and climes:
When the heart's springheads, tainted since by crimes,
Gushed fresh, and freshening all within their reach.
O flower, far more eloquent to teach
Repentance than the priest, the dear, old chimes
Of other days come up with thee, the t... |
english-ed2/ep2283/Z200632067 | 75,963 | null | English Poetry | Garrick, David, 1717-1779 | 1,717 | TRIO in A Christmas Tale, Sung by Mr. Bannister, Mrs. Smith, and Mr. Vernon, in the Characters of Bonoro, Camilla, and Floridor. | 1,747 | 14 | The Poetical Works Of David Garrick, Esq. Now First Collected Into Two Volumes With Explanatory Notes (1785) | May heav'ns blessing blend with mine! | y | null | 1700-1750 | May heavens' blessing blend with mine!
To crown they deeds at virtue's shrine,
Be love's best gift, Camilla, thine.
May every sighs that's heaved by me,
And every wish that's breathed for thee,
Be prosperous gales on fortune's sea.
O when my bark, the tempest over,
With pilot, love, shall gain this shore,
Ambition ca... |
english/bunnalfr/Z200292186 | 74,250 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bunn, Alfred, 1796?-1860 | 1,796 | ADDRESS To the Picture of&wblank; | 1,826 | 16 | Poems (1816) | Come to me, image—sweetest—dearest— | y | null | 1750-1800 | Come to me, image -- sweetest -- dearest --
And sooth my bosom's bursting grief;
Since she, whose lovely smile thou wearest,
Has ceased to give my mind relief!
Still sparkling in that livid smile,
Beam recollections blandly dear;
And in that eye's bewitching wile,
The magic, which I thought sincere!
... |
english/cookeliz/Z300319834 | 523,303 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Cook, Eliza, 1818-1889 | 1,818 | TO THE ROBIN. | 1,848 | 56 | The Poetical Works (1870) | &indent;With a carol as joyous as thine; | y | null | 1800-1850 | I wish I could welcome the spring, bonny bird,
With a carol as joyous as thine;
Would my heart were as light as thy wing, bonny bird,
And thine eloquent spirit-song mine!
The bloom of the earth and the glow of the sky
Win the loud-trilling lark from his nest;
But though gushingly rich are his pæans on high... |
english/storyrob/Z200498523 | 526,765 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Story, Robert, 1795-1860 | 1,795 | ANNA'S GRAVE. | 1,825 | 32 | The Magic Fountain (1829) | &indent;And go, my friends, as joys invite, | y | null | 1750-1800 | O leave me here alone with woe,
And go, my friends, as joys invite,
Where Beauty smiles and goblets flow;
Fit scenes for you whose hearts are light.
Another voice than that of glee
There breathes -- through distance long and drear --
From Anna's lowly grave to me,
And it hath all my soul and ear!
Afa... |
c20-american/am30012/Z300355069 | 607,461 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Yau, John, 1950- | 1,950 | Eskimo Villanelle | 1,980 | 20 | null | If this is the word, how did you know it? | null | Villanelle | 1950-2000 | If this is the word, how did you know it?
Whale is good, but caribou is better.
Did you change your mind? Or did you loose it?
Can you chop ice? Have you sharpened it?
I stare at the rotting stump until supper.
If this is the place, how will I show it?
Will you mash the berries? Would you Like to sit?
I never went fi... |
c20-american/am22124/Z400298252 | 127,424 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Cummings, E. E. (Edward Estlin), 1894-1962. | 1,894 | V [dawn] | 1,924 | 23 | null | dawn | null | null | 1850-1900 | and now.begins
f e e l i n g
roofs
a cool-
ness-Before-light,(hush
) it's the indescribable minute
(noises
happen
Bigly! a milk-wagon
totters(by,its sleepy horses step-
ping Like clockwork,a driver scarcely alive.)bAnGiNgLy
along which The little a street absurdly new
:Houses
are,with firm
light wonderful,but... |
c20-english/ep20021/Z300578245 | 762,766 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Fisher, Roy, 1930- | 1,930 | 6 Abstracted Water | 1,960 | 29 | null | Abstracted water, captive for a while, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Abstracted water, captive for a while,
becomes abstract, a proposition in hydraulics,
slops through lock-machines, goes level,
carries coal, parties, makes money,
slides back into Nature, used. If it hadn't come
leaking out of the hills to be cornered
you could synthesize it: a float-medium,
liquid vermiculite, a th... |
c20-american/am20129/Z300226958 | 337,572 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Pound, Ezra, 1885-1972 | 1,885 | THE SUMMONS | 1,915 | 29 | null | I can not bow to woo thee | null | null | 1850-1900 | I can not bow to woo thee
With honey words and flower kisses
And the Due of sweet half-truths
Fallen on the grass of old quaint love-tales
Of broidered days foredone.
Nor in the murmurous twilight
May I sit below thee,
Worshiping in whispers
Tremulous as far-heard Bells'.
All these things have I known once
And passed
I... |
c20-american/am22170/Z300245913 | 395,085 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Sarton, May, 1912-1995 | 1,912 | Where Dream Begins | 1,942 | 26 | null | Strip off kindness, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Strip off kindness,
Strip off shelter,
Stripped down, friendless,
Nor pride, nor warm shoes,
Nor any covering
A cold man might use
When there is no sun,
When heart is gone.
Without coat or cape,
Shoestring or doorlatch,
Or one cosy hope,
Stripped of odds and ends,
Even at last of love,
Where the world ends,
Go rich in... |
english/allingha/Z200141907 | 582,353 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Allingham, William, 1824-1889 | 1,824 | THREE FLOWERS. | 1,854 | 36 | Flower Pieces (1888) | &indent;Trips through a gay parterre, | y | null | 1800-1850 | A pilgrim light for travel bound
Trips through a gay parterre,
The cool fresh dewdrops on the ground
The lark's sung in the air.
One Bud, where free of cloud or missed
Heav'n's colour does unfold,
He claims with joy, hath fondly kissed,
And next his heart will hold, --
How happy! might the tender thing... |
english/tupperma/Z200513349 | 180,092 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889 | 1,810 | XIII.—AMBIDEXTERA. | 1,840 | 90 | A batch of war ballads (1854) | That Russ worry Turk, and Turk worry Russ? | y | null | 1800-1850 | And what if they fight? can it matter to us
That Russ worry Turk, and Turk worry Russ?
That two fierce fanatics manage at length
To weaken each other's barbarian strength,
And Sultan and Czar, from their pinnacles hurled,
Both bleed in the dust for the gain of the world?
Can it matter to us? what needs that we fight
Fo... |
c20-american/am22062/Z300234039 | 951,277 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Pape, Greg, 1947- | 1,947 | Knots | 1,977 | 38 | null | There is the gallant general who had | null | null | 1900-1950 | There is the gallant general who had
the whole theory of war in the knot
of his scarf. And the prisoner
in his cell tying the knots of his days.
There is the star that is the knot
in the line that connects the two fish
in the constellation Pisces. There is
the knot of nerves, of mountains, of flowers
in the garden, th... |
english/heathrob/Z200390820 | 222,306 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Heath, Robert, fl. 1636-1659 | 1,636 | Upon the Death of the truly valiant Sir Bevil Grenvil slain. | 1,666 | 33 | Clarastella (1650) | Whilst those thick groves of Pikes of him beset | y | null | 1600-1650 | See where in Western clouds our Sun is set!
Whilst those thick groves of Pikes of him beset
To guard his Valour, trembled all and shook
With Aspen fear, soon as this stately Oak
Was cleft with fatal thunder! every head
Droops Like pearled Violets now Grenvil's dead.
We needs no Gods of Egypt to exhale
Salt rivers from ... |
english/oxenhamh/Z200453535 | 488,696 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Oxenham, Henry Nutcombe, 1829-1888 | 1,829 | XVIII. | 1,859 | 37 | Poems (1871) | “Da semper dolere, et de dolere gaudere.” | y | null | 1800-1850 | There is no joy in all the earth
So dear as holy sorrow;
None, but from canonized Regret
Its sweetest charm does borrow.
When the suffering and the sainted ones
From our embrace are riven,
There is a glory less on earth,
A glory more in heaven.
And pleasant is the memory
Of happy periods gone,
Whe... |
c20-english/ep50001/Z300307353 | 230,348 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Curnow, Allen, 1911- | 1,911 | SPRING, 1942 A Letter to Sub‐Lieutenant D.J.M. Glover, R.N.Z.N.V.R. | 1,941 | 79 | null | I walk to the Bryndwr bus | null | Verse epistle | 1900-1950 | I walk to the Bryndwr bus
By the Wairarapa Stream,
Where a boy too young for and angler
Hooks trout too small to take;
With a Handel air in my head
(The radio just turned off)
And a book I shall not read
Because of the hills that hang
In the east, the shreds of thought and
Hope's that hang in my head.
I think, as I do... |
american/am0240/Z200152220 | 398,433 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Cary, Alice, 1820-1871 | 1,820 | BURNS. | 1,850 | 44 | Early and late poems (1887) | &indent;His darling daisies at the plow, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Time, paint him as he was among
His darling daisies at the blow,
With bonnet old and poor, but hung
Right bravely on his honest brow.
Or better, with his plaidie wide
And unashamed of homespun gear,
Turning his weeding clips aside
To save old Scotia's emblem dear.
For idle, all, the strife to vamp
... |
english/billings/Z400279361 | 304,753 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Billingsley, Nicholas, 1633-1709 | 1,633 | 19. On an Acquittance. | 1,663 | 12 | A treasury of divine raptures (1667) | We in thy Justice Books, still run on score, | y | null | 1600-1650 | O God, our sins are debts, and more and more,
We in thy Justice Books, still run on score,
Can never pay, and we must therefore lie
In Hells black prison to Eternity.
But O we have a Surety (Christ) whose death
Alone; can make offended Justice sheath
His keen-edged sword; Love that transcends degree,
Our King he die to... |
american/am0654/Z400169364 | 922,777 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Lodge, George Cabot, 1873-1909 | 1,873 | [VI He said: “What death leaves derelict is dead] | 1,903 | 15 | Poems and dramas (1911) | &indent;Thus may we circumscribe mortality! | y | Sonnet | 1850-1900 | He said: "What death leaves derelict is dead]
He said: "What death leaves derelict is dead:
Thus may we circumscribe mortality!
Yet in the last release, when all is free
To the free soul, who shall escape?" he said,
"Haste, lest we sleep, lest we be comforted,
Lest we forget! for we must learn to be
... |
c20-american/am20133/Z300228427 | 517,846 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Williams, William Carlos, 1883-1963 | 1,883 | 10/21 | 1,913 | 24 | null | In the dead weeds a rubbish heap | null | null | 1850-1900 | In the dead weeds a rubbish heap
aflame: the orange flames
stream horizontal, windblown
they parallel the ground
waving up and down
the flamepoints alternating
the body streaked with loops
and purple stains while
the pale smoke, above
steadily continues eastward --
What chance have the old?
There are no duties for the... |
c20-american/am23086/Z300256365 | 253,749 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Pastan, Linda, 1932- | 1,932 | Balance | 1,962 | 25 | null | On the small, imaginary | null | null | 1900-1950 | On the small, imaginary
kitchen scales,
I place on one side
all the scraps memory
has left me, as if I could make
a meal of them;
and on the other, all
I can surmise of the indelible
future: anniversaries,
losses. On one side I place
my mother's suede glove --
that emptied udder;
on the other the mitten
my grandson j... |
american/am0117/Z200147492 | 341,505 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Larcom, Lucy, 1824-1893 | 1,824 | THE SINKING OF THE MERRIMACK. | 1,854 | 18 | The poetical works [1885] | What else could she do, with her fair Northern name? | y | null | 1800-1850 | Gone down in the flood, and gone out in the flame!
What else could she do, with her fair Northern name?
Her font was a river whose last drop is free:
That river ran boiling with wrath to the sea,
To hear of her baptismal blessing profaned:
A name that was Freedom's, by treachery stained.
'TO was the voice of our free ... |
american/am0710/Z200170734 | 251,603 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 | 1,830 | FAITH. | 1,860 | 24 | Poems and verses (1904) | &indent;To a sky‐built cave, | y | null | 1800-1850 | The wind drove the moon
To a sky-built cave,
And closed it up
As it were her grave.
The cave threw wide
A silver portal --
And forth she came,
Serene, immortal!
He piled black clouds
In angry might,
Till lost in gloom
Was all her light.
The clouds a moment
Held her under;
Then, glorified,
... |
american/am0474/Z400161206 | 960,955 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Pierpont, John, 1785-1866 | 1,785 | [VIII. Let the trump of Fame] | 1,815 | 32 | Airs of Palestine, and other poems (1840) | Now to their memory swell, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Let the trump of Fame
Now to their memory swell,
Who, in Freedom's name,
Fought and bravely fell!
On the heroes moved,
With death on every side; --
For the land they loved
They died, -- they died.
Round the names of all,
Shall honor's chaplets green,
Here, in Freedom's Hall,
Freshly wreathed be see... |
english/thomaswi/Z200509068 | 717,703 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Moncrieff, W. T. (William Thomas), 1794-1857 | 1,794 | A SONG ON PAPER. | 1,824 | 60 | An original collection of songs [1850] | A learned sage, some years ago, when writing on mankind, sirs | y | null | 1750-1800 | A learned sage, some years ago, when writing on mankind, sirs
To sheets of papers that are blank, compared the infant mind, sirs;
On which as growing sense dictates, or fate decrees their lot, sirs,
Virtue writes fair characters, or vice imparts a blot, sirs.
Bow, wow, wow, &c.
The thought was happy -- I'll pursue... |
modern/car3303/Z200132926 | 216,904 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Peck, John, 1941- | 1,941 | Anti‐dithyrambics | 1,971 | 20 | null | He only wanted to sleep, that wakeful | null | null | 1900-1950 | He only wanted to sleep, that wakeful
professor among the ridgey pastures,
he only wanted to lie down
and snore Like the hired hand sprawled
wholly this side of a searing command.
Through the car's headlights, a gray crone
pushing a milk can on wheels:
what Zarathustra caught in his high beams
... |
english/millerth/Z200436415 | 127,983 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Miller, Thomas, 1807-1874 | 1,807 | O ENGLAND! DEAR ENGLAND! | 1,837 | 26 | Original Songs (1861) | For he is but a coward who now indoors doth stay; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Shoulder arms! Let us march while music leads the way,
For he is but a coward who now indoors does stay;
Let the aged nurse the fire, and the women mind the home,
While we go out to hunt the wolf that near the fold does rome.
Chor. O England! dear England! we will die for thee,
That we may leave thee what thou art, the... |
c20-english/ep20160/Z300601507 | 63,237 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Bhatt, Sujata, 1956-. | 1,956 | Hey, | 1,986 | 11 | null | your photographs | null | null | 1950-2000 | your photographs
of Indian temples are incomplete.
Where's that man I saw every day
laughing
at the clean
Brahmin's children
who were afraid of him?
Where's that man
with the swollen elephant leg
who sits by the pillar
crawling with gods and flies? |
c20-american/am20040/Z300212092 | 844,981 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Garrigue, Jean, 1912-1972. | 1,912 | Invocation to Old Windylocks | 1,942 | 81 | null | That blue, that dark, dark, green‐dark blue, | null | null | 1900-1950 | That blue, that dark, dark, green-dark blue,
That knolled dome and cone, magnetic sphere
Whose rough-edged line's and adamant composed
By this sheer falling of the world's line here
Of continents, the clouds, now mapped and cloven,
Breast, cleft, and magnanimities
Whose boughs are earth, whose earth is air,
Air, light,... |
c20-american/am20127/Z300226176 | 454,289 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Patchen, Kenneth, 1911-1972. | 1,911 | “As in the Green Sky” | 1,941 | 19 | null | As in the green sky | null | null | 1900-1950 | As in the green sky
white Queen's
think of Fate
so in the womb world runs
and comes to nought
But every all man and bruit
sings! For love, that read feather
in the hat of heaven, stabs
the naked rib of this dreaming thing
and O then it
flames (the mouth splintering open) ...
As in the white sky
grey Queen's
ponder th... |
english-ed2/miscell3/Z300440885 | 223,181 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | English Poetry | Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850 | 1,770 | CCXLIV DESIDERIA | 1,800 | 15 | null | Surprized by joy—impatient as the wind— | y | null | 1750-1800 | Surprized by joy -- impatient as the wind --
I turned to share the transport -- Oh! with whom
But Thee -- deep buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love recalled thee to my mind --
But how could I forget thee? Through what power
Even for the least division of and hour
Ha... |
english/hardytho/Z200137213 | 315,710 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hardy, Thomas, 1840-1928 | 1,840 | IMAGININGS | 1,870 | 18 | null | &indent;&indent;With fifty frocks in wear, | y | null | 1800-1850 | She saw herself a lady
With fifty frocks in wear,
And rolling wheels, and rooms the best,
And faithful maidens' care,
And open lawns and shady
For weathers warm or drear.
She found herself a striver,
All liberal gifts debarred,
With days of gloom, and movements stressed,
And... |
african-american/franklin/Z200376363 | 208,297 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | African-American Poetry | Franklin, James Thomas, fl. 1890-1900 | 1,890 | A FADED FLOWER. | 1,920 | 52 | Mid‐Day Gleanings (1893) | O, beautiful, lovely flower, | y | null | 1850-1900 | O, beautiful, lovely flower,
(Between the pages pressed)
Once thou decked a graceful bower,
And often was caressed;
Until a maiden came one day
To admire their velvet crest,
And plucked thee, took thee far away
Upon her heaving breast.
She brought thee to this study-room,
Far from your shady nook,... |
american/am0998/Z300180982 | 498,762 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Taylor, Bayard, 1825-1878 | 1,825 | FROM THE NORTH | 1,855 | 14 | The poetical works [1907] | For all the sweet, accustomed ministries | y | null | 1800-1850 | Once more without you! Sighing, Dear, once more,
For all the sweet, accustomed ministries
Of wife and mother: not as when the seas
That parted us my tender message boar
From the grey olives of the Cretan shore
To those that hide the broken Phidian frieze
Of our Athenian home, -- but far degrees,
Wide plains, great fore... |
english/tupperma/Z200513461 | 503,345 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889 | 1,810 | FLOWERS. | 1,840 | 26 | Geraldine (1838) | &indent;And let their speaking eyes | y | null | 1800-1850 | Wilt thou gaze with me on flowers,
And let their speaking eyes
Glancing brightly up to ours
Teach us to be wise?
The pale narcissus tells of youth
Nurtured in purity and truth;
Violets on the moss-bank green,
Of sweet benevolence unseen;
A rose is blooming charity;
A snow-drop, fair humility;
Yon golden crocus... |
english/paynejoh/Z300458755 | 566,916 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Payne, John, 1842-1916 | 1,842 | E. J. W. GIBB. | 1,872 | 14 | Vigil and vision (1903) | COMRADE, fare well, whose feet the untravelled East | y | null | 1800-1850 | COMRADE, fare well, whose feet the untraveled East
Long time in equal measure trod with me!
From that fair land of flowers, where strand and sea
Shine with the sun of fable, last not least
Of those who for us Westerns spread the feast
Of Orient lore and Eastern poesy,
I never shall look upon the Like of thee
For love o... |
english/keachben/Z200407226 | 619,277 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704 | 1,640 | HYMN 4.[Rich Husbandmen have House and Land] | 1,670 | 60 | Spiritual Melody (1691) | &indent;Both moist and also dry, | y | null | 1600-1650 | Rich Husbandmen have House and Land
Both moist and also dry,
God over the Earth hath the Command,
And true propriety.
The beasts of field and fowls of th'Air,
With Silver, and the Gold
Is all the Lords, yea, and what else
Our Eyes can here behold.
He may give it to whom he will,
And then take it a... |
c20-english/ep82001/Z300608272 | 62,656 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith), 1874-1936 | 1,874 | A BALLAD OF ABBREVIATIONS | 1,904 | 32 | null | The American's a hustler, for he says so, | null | null | 1850-1900 | The American's a hustler, for he says so,
And surely the American must know.
He will prove to you with figures why it pays so
Beginning with his boyhood long ago.
When the slow-maturing anecdote is ripest,
He'll dictate it Like a Board of Trade Report,
And because he has no time to call a typist,
He cal... |
english/dowdened/Z300341296 | 45,391 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dowden, Edward, 1843-1913 | 1,843 | THE DIVINING ROD | 1,873 | 14 | Poems (1876) | Of joy before them up the shining air, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Here some time flowed my springs and sent a cry
Of joy before them up the shining air,
While morn was new, and heaven all blue and bore;
Here dipped the swallow to a tenderer sky,
And over my flowers leaned some pure mystery
Of liquid eyes and golden-glimmering hair;
For which now, drouth and death, a bright despair,
S... |
english/stuarthy/Z300499380 | 966,813 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855 | 1,806 | STANZAS. (FROM INEZ.) | 1,836 | 12 | Lays of Leisure Hours (1838) | That glorious eye to meet, that hand to touch! | y | null | 1800-1850 | Delirium of Enchantments! 'it too much
That glorious eye to meet, that hand to touch!
To drink that voice of music to my Soul,
Whose echoes through mine inmost Being stole!
Proud luxury of Enchantments! to behold
That bright from cast in all Etherial mould,
And still to feel the hidden Soul divine
Doth even its radian... |
american/am0649/Z200168435 | 57,647 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Halleck, Fitz-Greene, 1790-1867 | 1,790 | To Margaret | 1,820 | 28 | [Poems, in] Fitz‐Greene Halleck ... by Nelson Adkins (1930) | You told me, Margaret, that in time | y | null | 1750-1800 | You told me, Margaret, that in time
You might, perhaps, be learned to love me;
But 'it because that I can rhyme
A little -- if the spirit move me.
Ah, had the lyre that winning art
I well might call its skill divine
And were I sure 'twould make your heart
Beat in congenial throbs with mine
Again I'ld ... |
c20-american/am30108/Z300367917 | 687,028 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Ray, David, 1932- | 1,932 | Estate Sale | 1,962 | 12 | null | Once again we've checked one out, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Once again we've checked one out,
Estate Sale half a block away this time,
moving closer Like a storm.
Ghosts are in those rooms of bright rhinestone-
bedizened slippers, little cedar heart-
shaped boxes, a pair of crutches
leaning in the corner, enough hight
water bottles to know she hurt
and her gowns and old furs
go... |
english/paynejoh/Z400458453 | 33,581 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Payne, John, 1842-1916 | 1,842 | ON LECONTE DE LISLE'S PROSE TRANSLATION OF HOMER. | 1,872 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1902) | THERE is a legend of the northland fells, | y | null | 1800-1850 | THERE is a legend of the northland fells,
Fabling that in the middle mountain-caves,
Soundless and dumb, a mighty music waves,
Frozen into silence by eternal spells,
Till some fair hero pierce the missed that dwells
Above the music's mystery-hearted graves.
Then shall the sung soar with a noise of glaives
To-smitten an... |
english/wattsala/Z200522105 | 519,607 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Watts, Alaric Alexander, 1797-1864 | 1,797 | I'VE ROAMED THE WIDE WORLD OVER. | 1,827 | 24 | Lyrics of the Heart (1851) | I've roamed the wide world over, | y | null | 1750-1800 | I've roamed the wide world over,
From Indus to the Pole;
I've been a general lover,
And loved with all my soul;
Whate'er her height, hair dark or light,
Confined, or flowing free;
Eyes, azure bright, or black as night,
'Twas all the same to me.
Whatever flowers are springing,
My bosom's tares above... |
c20-american/am22128/Z300243707 | 765,445 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Dubie, Norman, 1945- | 1,945 | Meister Eckhart | 1,975 | 73 | null | All day the snow festered | null | null | 1900-1950 | All day the snow festered
In the balsams
And then the sun set ...
His great providence
Increased with furs, he shook
And vomited. He gnawed
Again at a cold wing
Of pheasant.
Outside the window, some
Poor farmers
Struggled in the yard:
A hog that died earlier
In the thaw of afternoon
Would not be subtracted
From ... |
c20-english/ep84001/Z300576883 | 696,244 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | MacNeice, Louis, 1907-1963 | 1,907 | Trains in the distance (1966) | 1,937 | 14 | null | Trains came threading quietly through my dozing childhood, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Trains came threading quietly through my dozing childhood,
Gentle murmurs nosing through a summer quietude,
Drawing in and out, in and out, their smoky ribbons,
Parting now and then, and launching full-rigged galleons
And scrolls of smoke that hung in a shifting epitaph.
Then distantly the noise declined Like a descend... |
english/hanmersi/Z300385729 | 795,745 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hanmer, John, Sir, 1809-1881 | 1,809 | FROM OVID'S EPISTLE OF SAPPHO TO PHAON. | 1,839 | 10 | Fra Cipolla (1839) | &indent;&indent;And like Apollo be, | y | Verse epistle | 1800-1850 | Take the lyre and quiver,
And Like Apollo be,
He, Daphne loves for ever,
Oh could she sing Like me,
The cold nymph scorned his love, but she is still his tree.
Bid thy spirit's glory
Beam through thy golden hair,
'Tis said in poets' story
Such horns does Bacchus wear,
He loved a... |
english/leighto1/Z200415321 | 356,790 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Leighton, William, d. 1616 | 1,616 | Adams fall. | 1,646 | 14 | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule (1613) | &indent;cease to c&obar;plaine of God & natures thrall: | y | null | 1600-1650 | Injurious Adam in thy self accursed,
cease to c&obar;plaine of God & nature's thrall:
Since he that made man good, left him at first,
a power to stand, and yet a will to fall.
fetch not thy fault, fr&obar; heavens determinati&obar;
but blame thy mind to weak & insufficient:
Sinne is no being but a mere pri... |
c20-american/am23072/Z200305700 | 514,215 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Merriam, Eve, 1916-1992 | 1,916 | THE MATINEE MIND | 1,946 | 30 | null | Othello‐throttle alarm's brazen clang. | null | null | 1900-1950 | Othello-throttle alarm's brazen clang.
Reluctant foot yawns to freezing floor,
Put-puts on rug for warm arm of slipper.
Prayer-rote teeth, darned stockings, toast-crunch.
Turnstile. Timeclock. Typewriter. Takealetter.
And all the while her intimate whispering twin,
The floating mind, bobs miles and miles away.
Is Mill... |
english/clarejoh/Z300313350 | 649,267 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | TO MY MOTHER | 1,823 | 14 | The Early Poems (1989) | Wi filial duty I adress thee mother | y | null | 1750-1800 | Wi filial duty I address thee mother
Thou dearest tie which this world's wealth possesses
Endearing name no language owns another
That half the tendeness & love expresses
The very word it self breathes that affection
That heaves the bosom of a luckless child
To thank thee for that care & that protection
That once where... |
english/randolph/Z300471377 | 52,250 | 1500-1700 Emblems, Epigrams, Formal Satires | English Poetry | Randolph, Thomas, 1605-1635 | 1,605 | A Platonik Eligie. | 1,635 | 46 | Poems (1652) | To keep thy torch in, but restore blinde eyes. | y | null | 1600-1650 | Love, give me leave to serve thee, and be wise
To keep thy torch in, but restore blind eyes.
I will a flame into my bosom take,
That Martyrs Court when they embrace the stake:
Not dull, and smoky fires, but heat divine,
That burns not to consume, but to refine.
I have a Mistress for perfections rare
In every eye, but i... |
english-ed2/ep2625/Z200677102 | 929,292 | null | English Poetry | Tynan, Katharine, 1861-1931 | 1,861 | CHARLES LAMB. | 1,891 | 14 | Louise de la Vallière and other poems: By Katharine Tynan (1885) | Surely thy feet strayed to our garish noon; | y | null | 1850-1900 | Dear heart! from dim Elizabethan days
Surely thy feet strayed to our garish noon;
Thou shouldst have walked beneath a yellowing moon,
In some old garden's green enchanted ways,
With Herrick and Ben Jonson; while in praise
Of his lady trilled the nightingale's full tune, --
And he grown still, these sang, 'neath skies ... |
american/am1066/Z300188102 | 353,703 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Whitman, Walt, 1819-1892 | 1,819 | A WOMAN WAITS FOR ME. | 1,849 | 39 | Leaves of Grass [1891] | Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking. | n | null | 1800-1850 | A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.
Sex contains all, bodies, souls,
Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk... |
english/howittma/Z200400780 | 944,333 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Howitt, Mary Botham, 1799-1888 | 1,799 | THE DORMOUSE. | 1,829 | 30 | Sketches of Natural History (1834) | He makes against winter a nice snug bed, | y | null | 1750-1800 | The little Dormouse is tawny read;
He makes against winter a nice snug bed,
He makes his bed in a mossy bank,
Where the plants in the summer grow tall and rank.
Away from the daylight, far underground,
His sleep through the winter is quiet and found,
And when all above him it freezes and snows,
What is it to him, for h... |
english-ed2/dodgsonc/Z200647128 | 276,891 | null | English Poetry | Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898 | 1,832 | YE FATTALE CHEYSE | 1,862 | 40 | The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll with an introduction by Alexander Woollcott and the illustrations by John Tenniel [1939] | Gurgles withyn ye flowan wave | y | null | 1800-1850 | Ytte was a mirk and dreiry cave,
Weet scroggis Our ytte creep.
Gurgles within you flowan wave
Throw channel braid and deep
Never within that dreir recess
Wes seen you Light of day,
Quhat bode azont its mirkinesse
Nane kenned and nane mote say.
Ye monarch rode Our brake and brae
An drave you yell... |
c20-american/am22020/Z300230135 | 986,477 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Duncan, Robert Edward, 1919- | 1,919 | A BOOK OF RESEMBLANCES | 1,949 | 10 | null | null | null | null | 1900-1950 | stantly moving. This is as we ourselves are moving in coming and going,
in sitting positions, knees crosst now, then legs wide apart planting their
feet as our feet understanding.
in sitting positions, knees crosst now, then legs wide apart planting their
feet as our feet understanding.
feet as our feet understanding.
... |
english-ed2/watsonsi/Z200681865 | 125,910 | null | English Poetry | Watson, William, 1858-1935 | 1,858 | I TO A LADY | 1,888 | 15 | The year of shame by William Watson: With an introduction by the Bishop of Hereford (1897) | Daughter of Ireland's beauty, Ireland's grace, | y | null | 1850-1900 | Daughter of Ireland, -- nay, 'it better said,
Daughter of Ireland's beauty, Ireland's grace,
Child of her charm, of her romance; whose face
Is legendary with her glories fled!
The shadow of her living griefs and dead
I prey you to put by a little space,
And mourn with me and ancient Orient raze
Outcast and doomed and d... |
c20-english/ep20105/Z200580078 | 487,207 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Mahon, Derek, 1941- | 1,941 | Mt. Gabriel | 1,971 | 11 | null | As if planted there by giant golfers in the skies, | null | Topographical poem | 1900-1950 | As if planted there by giant golfers in the skies,
White in the gloaming, last before New Brunswick,
The geodesic domes have left their caves
To sit out in the summer sunset; angels
Beamed at Namancos and Bayona, sick
With exile, they yearn homeward now, their eyes
Tuned to the ultramarine, first-star-pierced dark
Refl... |
c20-african-american/da20012/Z200326011 | 784,301 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Bontemps, Arna Wendell, 1902-1973. | 1,902 | Miracles | 1,932 | 14 | null | Doubt no longer miracles, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Doubt no longer miracles,
this spring day makes it plain
a man may crumble into dust
and straightway live again.
A jug of water in the sun
will easy turn to wine
if love is stopping at the well
and love's brown arms entwine.
And you who think Him only man,
I tell you faithfully
that I have seen Christ clothed in rain... |
english/browniro/Z400290031 | 295,502 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 | 1,812 | ECHETLOS. | 1,842 | 30 | The Poetical Works (1888–94): DRAMATIC IDYLS | Who breasted, beat Barbarians, stemmed Persia rolling on, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Here is a story shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks dead and gone,
Who breasted, beat Barbarians, stemmed Persia rolling on,
Did the deed and saved the world, for the day was Marathon!
No man but did his manliest, kept rank and fought away
In his tribe and file: up, back, out, down -- was the spear-arm play:
Like a wind-... |
english/moirdavi/Z200442543 | 979,341 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Moir, D. M. (David Macbeth), 1798-1851 | 1,798 | SPANISH PATRIOTIC ODE. (FROM THE MADRID GAZETTE.) | 1,828 | 40 | The Legend of Genevieve (1824) | &indent;Awake!—nor lie in sloth reclining; | y | null | 1750-1800 | To the wind, to the wind, your banners rear!
Awake! -- nor lie in sloth reclining;
Arise -- nor shrink in craven fear --
Lo! France's thousand blades are shining.
She comes -- but not as friend she comes --
Death, ruin, rapine in her train --
To arms! -- rouse up your warning drums --
Ho! -- to the ... |
american/am0359/Z300157462 | 194,938 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Cary, Phoebe, 1824-1871 | 1,824 | DISENCHANTED. | 1,854 | 32 | The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phœbe Cary (1882) | &indent;She said, when we should part, | y | null | 1800-1850 | The time has come, as I knew it must,
She said, when we should part,
But I ceased to love when I ceased to trust,
And you cannot break my heart.
Nay, I know not even if I am sad,
And it must be for the best,
Since you only take what I thought I had,
And leave to me the rest.
Not all the stars of my ho... |
c20-american/am23033/Z300253463 | 642,042 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Goodman, Paul, 1911-1972 | 1,911 | ANIMAL SPIRITS | 1,941 | 11 | null | Sometimes since you don't love me any more | null | null | 1900-1950 | Sometimes since you don't love me any more
I cannot find and animal spirit
to move my feet,
or one quits and leaves me in the street
among the traffic's fearful roar
as if I were deep in thought, but I'm not
-- until the animal spirit that preserves
me still alive
takes care of where I am and slowly drives
my feet th... |
english/wiltonri/Z200538982 | 557,417 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilton, Richard, b. 1827 | 1,827 | To a Friend starting for Palestine (THE REV. DR. GROSART) | 1,857 | 14 | Lyra Pastoralis (1902) | &indent;When all their mates with one accord agree | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | As birds of passage in a cage confined,
When all their mates with one accord agree
To quit their shattered haunts in bush or tree,
As by a magnet to the South inclined;
Those captives, urged by the same impulse blind,
Though calm before, now struggle to be free,
And strain towards sunnier lands beyond t... |
c20-american/am30181/Z300486157 | 289,896 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Root, William Pitt, 1941- | 1,941 | Checking In | 1,971 | 23 | null | at 1 A.M., dead tired, | null | null | 1900-1950 | at 1 A.M., dead tired,
I watch two strangers
carry out a third
across their shoulders,
stiff as a board.
In the step-down lobby,
two whores and a jealous queer
ignore the body
as its eyes open to stare
at me, and these roses for my lady.
An elevator grinds me up
to 3. Stepping off
I breathe again and stop
to check di... |
c20-american/am20028/Z400209696 | 945,834 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Roethke, Theodore, 1908-1963. | 1,908 | THE MANIFESTATION | 1,938 | 13 | null | Many arrivals make us live: the tree becoming | null | null | 1900-1950 | Many arrivals make us live: the tree becoming
Green, a bird tipping the topmost bough,
A seed pushing itself beyond itself,
The mole making its way through darkest ground,
The worm, intrepid scholar of the soil --
Do these analogies perplex? A sky with clouds,
The motion of the moon, and waves at play,
A sea-wind paus... |
english-ed2/galenorm/Z200678422 | 566,416 | null | English Poetry | Gale, Norman, 1862-1942 | 1,862 | BOBBY'S TEMPER | 1,892 | 16 | A merry‐go‐round of song: By Norman Gale (1919) | &indent;The colours and the habits and the favourite food of birds, | y | null | 1850-1900 | Becoming tired of history, geography, and words,
The colours and the habits and the favourite food of birds,
Quite suddenly he shouted out, "It's horrid to be good!
I'm going to be badder than you wouldn't think I could!"
He flung the inkwell at the cat, the paint-box at the dog,
The poker seized, and toma... |
english-ed2/ep2525/Z200668979 | 431,096 | null | English Poetry | Armstrong, Edmund John, 1841-1865 | 1,841 | FORLORN. | 1,871 | 12 | The Poetical Works of Edmund J. Armstrong. Edited by George Francis Armstrong. A New Edition (1877) | A chill wind blew from the sea; | y | null | 1800-1850 | A filmy cloud came over the sun,
A chill wind blue from the sea;
The summer's glow from the day was gone;
The grass grew damp on the lea;
The missed that lay coiled on the mountain-peak
Crawled to the vale below;
Its clammy touch is upon her cheek,
It breathes on her beating brow;
It swathes the earth Like a winding-sh... |
english/nichols2/Z300588409 | 168,454 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Nicholson, William, 1783-1849 | 1,783 | DONALD'S GRAVE. | 1,813 | 40 | The poetical works (1897) | There sleeps my young Donald, the flower of his clan, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Within the dark bosom of yond lonely glen,
There sleeps my young Donald, the flower of his clan,
In death's silent slumbers, where lowly he's laid;
The green sod his target, the cold clay his played.
How still lies the heart that to me aye beat true;
And dim now that eye, once a love-speaking blue;
Now withered those ... |
english-ed2/ep2574/Z300673389 | 115,026 | null | English Poetry | Lang, John Dunmore, 1799-1878 | 1,799 | TO THE COMMODORE OF THE RUSSIAN SQUADRON, BOUND FOR KAMTSCHATKA, NOW LYING IN THE HARBOUR OF PORT JACKSON. | 1,829 | 84 | Poems: Sacred and Secular; Written Chiefly at Sea, Within The Last Half‐Century. By John Dunmore Lang ... (1873) | &indent;That own the Czar's imperial reign; | y | null | 1750-1800 | Hail! Chieftain, from the distant lands
That own the Czar's imperial reign;
With British hearts and British hands,
We greet you welcome from the main:
Then rest your weary keels awhile,
Embosomed in Australia's isle.
Hail! Chieftain, from the farthest North,
Where Nova Zembla's breakers roar,
Heaven speed ... |
english/motherwe/Z300447537 | 388,259 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Motherwell, William, 1797-1835 | 1,797 | THE SPELL‐BOUND KNIGHT. | 1,827 | 28 | The Poetical works (1849) | Which ne'er woman's footstep bore;— | y | null | 1750-1800 | Lady, darest thou seek the shore
Which never woman's footstep boar; --
Where beneath yond rugged steep,
Restless rolls the darksome deep?
Dar'st thou, though thy blood run chill,
Thither speed at midnight still --
And when Horror rules the sky,
Raise for lover lost thy cry?
Dar'st thou at that ghastiest hour
Breath... |
english-ed2/miscell3/Z200441144 | 597,604 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | English Poetry | Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894 | 1,830 | CLXIII TO THE END | 1,860 | 31 | null | &indent;I wonder if the Angels | y | Lyric | 1800-1850 | I wonder if the Angels
Love with such love as ours,
If for each other's sake they pluck
And keep eternal flowers.
Alone I am and weary,
Alone yet not alone:
Her soul talks with me by the way
From tedious stone to stone,
A blessed Angel treads with me
The awful paths unknown.
If her spirit went ... |
c20-american/am20114/Z300220845 | 358,128 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Hughes, Langston, 1902-1967. | 1,902 | If‐ing | 1,932 | 19 | null | If I had some small change | null | null | 1900-1950 | If I had some small change
I'ld buy me a mule,
Get on that mule and
Ride Like a fool.
If I had some greenbacks
I'ld buy me a Packard,
Fill it up with gas and
Drive that baby backward.
If I had a million
I'ld get me a plane
And everybody in America'd
Think I was insane.
But I ain't God a million,
Fact is, ain't God a... |
c20-american/am30024/Z200357277 | 147,319 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Clark, Tom, 1941- | 1,941 | Digressive | 1,971 | 18 | null | I strolled the Heath with gentle Coleridge | null | null | 1900-1950 | I strolled the Heath with gentle Coleridge
that archangel now a little damaged,
greying, shaky, wandering, rolling-eyed,
yet still air-floating, shadow-loving:
we spoke of nightingales, nymphs
who live beneath the ocean, dark,
far metaphysics, stars,
monsters, the kraken, ghost stories,
and how the mind keeps on
going... |
english/bickerst/Z200278513 | 146,093 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bickersteth, Edward Henry, 1825-1906 | 1,825 | TO &lblank;. | 1,855 | 20 | Poems and Songs (1848) | The day returns—long years have passed, and still I mourn for thee, | y | null | 1800-1850 | The day returns -- long years have passed, and still I mourn for thee,
In solitude and silence weep such tears as none may see;
Dream mid the stillness of the night, but ah! thou art not there,
My dreams are only as the dreams of those who know despair.
I gaze above -- yond high blue vault is bathed in orient light,
A... |
american/am0509/Z400163147 | 434,549 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 | 1,827 | EVENING AT THE FARM | 1,857 | 60 | The poetical works (1903) | His shadow lengthens along the land, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Over the hill the farm-boy goes.
His shadow lengthens along the land,
A giant staff in a giant hand;
In the poplar-tree, above the spring,
The katydid begins to sing;
The early dews are falling; --
Into the stone-heap darts the mink;
The swallows skim the river's brink;
And home to the woodland fly the crows,
When ove... |
english/dyergeor/Z400344491 | 270,874 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dyer, George, 1755-1841 | 1,755 | ODE VI. TO AN ENTHUSIAST. | 1,785 | 64 | Poetics (1812) | That could with eagle speed extend your flight, | y | Ode | 1750-1800 | Where you, my friend, some nimble-winged thing,
That could with eagle speed extend your flight,
Then you might range the world,
Then pierce each lonely place:
Whether 'it lazar-house, or dungeon drear,
Or hill, or beetling cliff, or time-worn cave,
Where Misery sat and sighed
Her troubles, stil... |
english/wrangham/Z300544093 | 478,077 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wrangham, Francis, 1769-1842 | 1,769 | PROLOGUE ON GENERAL WOLFE. | 1,799 | 24 | Poems (1816) | And mingled sorrows o'er Æmilius low, | y | null | 1750-1800 | When great and little felt the common blow,
And mingled sorrows over Æmilius low,
While funeral games the hero gone record,
Rome her lost favourite with these scenes deplored:
And who tonight shall view them reappear,
Nor to our hero give as true a tear?
Though fanned by Conquest's wing our banners stream,
Where Phœbus... |
c20-english/car2302/Z200592059 | 577,198 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Khalvati, Mimi, 1944- | 1,944 | [Here's dusk to burrow in] | 1,974 | 30 | null | Here's dusk to burrow in; | null | null | 1900-1950 | Here's dusk to burrow in;
doorstep light where children
going home from school, mother's
at the open doors of cars
forms having lost their shadows
when the sun went down
become them. Trailing to peer
dim-sightedly at a glove on a spike
creature or leaf curled on stone
coin or charm in the rubble
as... |
english/barlowge/Z300271728 | 862,700 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Barlow, George, 1847-1914 | 1,847 | OLDER. | 1,877 | 14 | Time's Whisperings (1880) | Thou art older now—the thoughts and tender dreams | y | null | 1800-1850 | Thou art older now -- the thoughts and tender dreams
Of youth have vanished, as the blossoms go
At the first hint or touch of winter's snow, --
Yea, when the first frost-sparkling grassblade gleams.
The old Hope's rest in quiet far below
The lowest depth of life's foam-flickering streams,
And the old f... |
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