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Walt Whitman: Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
Not Heat Flames Up and ConsumesNot heat flames up and consumes, Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls…Anne Bradstreet: Upon Some Distemper of Body
Upon Some Distemper of Body In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, Bedrenched with tears that flowed…Walt Whitman: Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]
Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]Hush'd be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commander's death.…Walt Whitman: Passage to India, Part 4
Part 4Passage to India! Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead, Over my mood stealing and spreading they come, Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach'd sky.Along all…Walt Whitman: Whispers of Heavenly Death (Poem)
Whispers of Heavenly DeathWhispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear, Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of…Walt Whitman: Yonnondio
YonnondioA song, a poem of itself—the word itself a dirge, Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and wintry night, To me such misty, strange tableaux the syllables calling up; Yonnondio—I see…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Deluded Swain, The Pleasure
by Robert Burns Where Are The Joys I have Met?Thine Am I, My Faithful FairDeluded Swain, The Pleasure Tune-"The Collier's Dochter." Deluded swain, the pleasure The fickle Fair…John Keats: Addressed to the Same.
by JohnKeatsAddressed to HaydonOn the Grasshopper and CricketAddressed to the Same. Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn…John Keats: To Kosciusko
by JohnKeatsOn the Grasshopper and CricketHappy is England! I could be contentTo Kosciusko Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Forbidden Fruit (II)
Forbidden Fruit (I) A Word Forbidden Fruit (II) Heaven is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That 'heaven' is, to me. The color on the…Trending
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