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english/ansterjo/Z200262896 | 649,896 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Anster, John, 1793-1867 | 1,793 | TIME. | 1,823 | 14 | Xeniola (1837) | &indent;Without a murmur, counts its flowing hour;— | y | null | 1750-1800 | Seen through pure crystal the imprisoned
sand,
Without a murmur, counts its flowing hour; --
The dial's shifting bar of shade; -- the hand
Of the hall-clock, that with a
lifelike power
Moves undisturbed: -- the equal pulse of Time
Throbs on, as beats man's heart in happy health,
Not noticed, yet how su... |
c20-american/am20127/Z300226031 | 346,877 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Patchen, Kenneth, 1911-1972. | 1,911 | Eve of St. Agony, or the Middle Class Was Sitting on Its Fat | 1,941 | 53 | null | Man‐dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rockets | null | null | 1900-1950 | Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rockets
Of quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,
Putting their malethings in any hold that will stand still,
Yapping bloody murder while they slice off each other's heads,
Spewing themselves around, priesting, whoring, lording
It over little guys, messing the... |
english/arnoldsi/Z200263650 | 409,970 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Arnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904 | 1,832 | 5 Al‐Kuddûs | 1,862 | 41 | Pearls of the Faith (1883) | Allah‐al‐Kuddûs—the “Holy One” He is; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Allah-al-Kuddûs -- the "Holy One" He is;
But purify thy speech, pronouncing this;
For even Israfil,
Who waits in Heaven still
Nearest the Throne, and hath the voice of sweetness,
Before his face does fold
The wings of feathered gold,
Saying "Al-Kuddûs;" and in supreme completeness
Of lowly reverence stand... |
c20-english/ep40001/Z300306121 | 77,332 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Tessimond, A. S. J. (Arthur Seymour John), 1902-1962. | 1,902 | Masque of all men | 1,932 | 18 | null | In the cold‐windy cavern of the Wings | null | null | 1900-1950 | In the cold-windy cavern of the Wings
With skeletons of unused sets above them
The actors' painted heads clustered,
Clustered and whispered. One head whispered,
'This has been my life: the Prologue often,
And then no Play. Or when the play has come
The players have departed, the parts being played
By understudies, make... |
c20-african-american/da22027/Z400571671 | 21,169 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Young, Al, 1939- | 1,939 | SUICIDE | 1,969 | 54 | null | Weekly I am murdering | null | null | 1900-1950 | Weekly I am murdering
& getting myself
murdered in Vietnam & elsewhere
roasted by napalm,
ambushed & bombed.
I am my teenage father
the ground soldier,
semen intact,
blown up out of proportion,
exploded systematically,
as though some device
were properly programmed
to yank every boy-child
from his school path
in order ... |
c20-english/ep20143/Z300599815 | 271,352 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Stevie, 1902-1971 | 1,902 | Portrait (2) | 1,932 | 16 | null | My mother was Dutch | null | null | 1900-1950 | My mother was Dutch
My father a Jew
And that is why I
Am so different from you.
I Like to sit and pry and peer
And poke and watch the light of fear
Shine in your eyes
As I grow wise
And my sagacious fingers press
The very root and core of your distress.
Shall I make my fingers pause
Stay a while and turn and cause
The... |
american/am0291/Z200154246 | 860,206 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908 | 1,835 | ANNIE'S DAUGHTER. | 1,865 | 32 | The poems and sonnets (1909) | The rose's breath when the rose is dead, | y | Lyric | 1800-1850 | The lingering charm of a dream that has fled,
The rose's breath when the rose is dead,
The echo that lives when the tune is done,
The sunset glories that follow the sun,
Every thing tender and every thing fair
That was, and is not, and yet is there, --
I think of them all when I look in these eyes,
And see the old smi... |
american/am1276/Z200197525 | 103,337 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | American Poetry | Tucker, St. George, 1752-1827 | 1,752 | ODE IX. TO SPECULATION. | 1,782 | 63 | The Probationary Odes of Jonathan Pindar, Esq. (1796) | Vulgus me sibilat—at ego mihi plaudo | y | Ode | 1750-1800 | Blessed Speculation! on whose paper wings:
Some modern worthies rise Like school boy's kite,
Soaring above us with supreme delight,
Whilst with the shouts below the welkin rings:
Shouts, such as farmers use to crows and daws,
Contempt and hatred speaking -- not applause:
On thy light pinions A &sblank; S first 'gan to... |
english/wilsona1/Z200538486 | 576,298 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilson, Alexander, 1766-1813 | 1,766 | TO MR. &wblank; WITH A SATIRICAL POEM. | 1,796 | 30 | The poems and literary prose (1876) | Withholds one half, and strains to seize the rest; | y | null | 1750-1800 | When cursed Oppression rears his brazen crest,
Withholds one half, and strains to seize the rest;
When those in power disdaining shame or dread,
Half starve those wretches they pretend to feed;
Then should the Muse, with honest zeal inspired,
With hate of gilded and vile injustice fired;
Disclose their crimes, and to t... |
english/owensons/Z200453454 | 293,473 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Morgan, Lady (Sydney), 1783-1859 | 1,783 | FRAGMENT XXX. THE MINSTREL BOY. | 1,813 | 60 | The lay of an Irish harp (1807) | Some feathery hours of youth's fleet frolic joy, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Thy silent wing, o Time! hath chased away
Some feathery hours of youth's fleet frolic joy,
Since first I hung upon the simple lay,
And shared the raptures of a minstrel boy.
Since first I caught the ray's reflected light
Which genius emanated over his soul,
Or distant followed the enthusiast's flight,
Or from his fair... |
english/hoggjame/Z300397815 | 495,577 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hogg, James, 1770-1835 | 1,770 | Moggy an' me. | 1,800 | 32 | The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd (1876) | Oh wha are sae happy as me an' my Moggy? | y | null | 1750-1800 | Oh wha are sae happy as me and' my Moggy?
Oh wha are sae happy as Moggy and' me?
We're baith turnin' old, and' our walth is soon tauld,
But contentment bides aye in our cottage sae we.
She toils a' the day when I'm out with' the hirsel,
An' chants to the bairns while I sing on the brae;
An' aye her blithe s... |
american/am0085/Z200145924 | 491,972 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Key, Francis Scott, 1779-1843 | 1,779 | To my Cousin Mary, FOR MENDING MY TOBACCO POUCH. | 1,809 | 40 | Poems (1857) | For not having thanked my fair coz. for her stitches; | y | null | 1750-1800 | My conscience has given me several twitches
For not having thanked my fair coz. for her stitches;
The pouch that contains the best part of my riches
She has made safe and found by her excellent stitches;
And whenever I take it from waistcoat or breeches,
I enjoy my quid and admire the stitches.
She has sent me a note a... |
english/wiltonri/Z200538953 | 41,591 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilton, Richard, b. 1827 | 1,827 | The Avenue of Yews | 1,857 | 42 | Lyra Pastoralis (1902) | &indent;I love to muse, | y | Lyric | 1800-1850 | In a dim avenue of ancient yews
I love to muse,
Their interlacing branches over my head
Roof-like outspread,
As in the sylvan cloister to and from
Wander at early morn my footsteps slow.
Between the massy columns of the trees
A constant breeze
Wavers, and rubies twinkle, as I pass,
Upon the grass,
Drop... |
c20-african-american/da20018/Z200326689 | 838,086 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | McKay, Claude, 1890-1948. | 1,890 | AFTER THE WINTER | 1,920 | 17 | null | Some day, when trees have shed their leaves | null | null | 1850-1900 | Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning's white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We'll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.
And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers ... |
english/ellisonh/Z300348737 | 712,735 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890 | 1,811 | WESTMINSTER ABBEY. | 1,841 | 14 | Stones from The Quarry [1875] | I would, old Abbey, thou could'st thy gravestones | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | I would, old Abbey, thou couldst thy gravestones
Upheave, and sift the unworthy dust of some
Whose Memory (Blank?) no more tongue than the dumb
To stir the Living hath with living tones.
Would thou couldst both their memory and their bones
Cast in the highway where Life's mighty hum
Would drown the one, and feet that g... |
english/wardfred/Z300519603 | 791,213 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ward, Frederick William Orde, 1843-1922 | 1,843 | February 23 BREAKING BREAD | 1,873 | 24 | The Prisoner of Love (1904) | In the Breaking of the Bread, | y | null | 1800-1850 | In the Breaking of the Bread,
In the pleading of our prayers,
Lift, O lift Thy risen Head
On our hearts, though unawares;
From the graveclothes and the sorrow,
Lift us to the sun-bright morrow.
Jesus, make Thy Presence known
Now while we awake in faith,
Give Thyself unto Thine own
In the Life that conquers death;
Broa... |
c20-american/am30108/Z300368301 | 238,974 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Ray, David, 1932- | 1,932 | ON THE ISLAND | 1,962 | 44 | null | Santa Eulalia was a good place to be | null | null | 1900-1950 | Santa Eulalia was a good place to be
on the Day of the Dead. Air was clear,
sky blue. Boredom was a bit of a problem
for expatriates, but there was a walk well
worth taking round the edge of town,
down unpaved lanes passed white adobe shacks,
casitas, where one perro after another came out
and barked, or quit lapping m... |
english/lytehenr/Z200420030 | 591,143 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Lyte, Henry Francis, 1793-1847 | 1,793 | Flowers | 1,823 | 52 | Miscellaneous Poems (1868) | &indent;Ye seem like creatures of a heavenly mould | y | null | 1750-1800 | Children of Due and sunshine, balmy flowers!
Ye seem Like creatures of a heavenly mould
That linger in this fallen earth of ours,
Fair relics of her Paradise of old.
Amidst her tombs and ruins, gentle things,
Ye smile and glitter in celestial bloom;
Like radiant feathers dropped from angel wings,
Or ti... |
english/wildeosc/Z400536295 | 116,337 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900 | 1,854 | E TENEBRIS | 1,884 | 14 | The works (1909) | &indent;For I am drowning in a stormier sea | y | null | 1850-1900 | Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilled upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this ni... |
english/stuarthy/Z200500982 | 237,402 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855 | 1,806 | SONNET. [Repose! best blessing! wonderful and deep—] | 1,836 | 14 | Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems (1838) | &indent;Rich gift of Heaven! scarce prized as it should be— | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | Repose! best blessing! wondered and deep --
Rich gift of Heaven! scarce prized as it should be --
Great, gracious gift of rest! -- how thankfully
Should man receive it -- who oft wakes to weep
Through his own crimes or follies! -- Blessed sleep! --
When we are soothed, and hushed, and calmed by thee --
... |
english-ed2/ep2223/Z200652330 | 764,846 | null | English Poetry | Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock, 1826-1887 | 1,826 | “WILL SAIL TO‐MORROW.” | 1,856 | 40 | Poems, By the Author of “John Halifax, Gentleman”, “A Woman's Thoughts About Women”, “A Life for a Life.” &c. &c. [1859] | Fair as a statue, firm as a rock: | y | null | 1800-1850 | The good ship lies in the crowded dock,
Fair as a statue, firm as a rock:
Her tall masts piercing the still blue air
Her funnel glittering white and bore,
Whence the long soft line of vapoury smoke
Betwixt sky and sea Like a vision broke,
Or slowly over the horizon curled,
Like a lost hope fled to the other world:
... |
english/sharpwil/Z300483515 | 438,162 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Sharp, William, 1855-1905 | 1,855 | THE UNKNOWN WIND | 1,885 | 14 | Poems and Dramas (1910) | When the day darkens, | y | null | 1850-1900 | When the day darkens,
When dusk grows light,
When the Due is falling,
When Silence dreams....
I hear a wind
Calling, calling
By day and by night.
What is the wind
That I hear calling
By day and by night,
The crying of wind?
When the day darkens,
When dusk grows light,
When the Due is falling? |
c20-american/am30151/Z300371626 | 569,067 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Rothenberg, Jerome, 1931- | 1,931 | THE ROAD TO HOLLAND | 1,961 | 93 | null | ghosts of ardennes | null | null | 1900-1950 | ghosts of ardennes
rise from the missed
& fill the highway
where your foot is slippery
against the gas --
riding to Liège
where your foot is slippery
against the gas --
riding to Liège
ghosts of ardennes
rise from the missed
& fill the highway
where your foot is slippery
against the gas --
riding to Liège
cows at... |
c20-american/am20048/Z300370352 | 315,566 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Wheelwright, John, 1897-1940 | 1,897 | ABEL | 1,927 | 20 | null | zigzagging towards a dancing colonnade; 2 | null | Sonnet | 1850-1900 | In the dead night we walk behind a hearse 1
zigzagging towards a dancing colonnade; 2
knee-deep, through dust of faded petals wade 2
passed thornless flowers through thorns. Hear us converse: 1
"Who... |
american/am0065/Z200206589 | 251,712 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | American Poetry | Bryant, John Howard, 1807-1902 | 1,807 | When the great Master spoke | 1,837 | 29 | null | “And I went and washed, and I received sight.” | y | null | 1800-1850 | When the great Master spoke,
He touched his withered eyes,
And at one gleam upon him broke
The glad earth and the skies.
And he saw the city's walls,
And kings' and prophets' tomb,
And mighty arches and vaulted halls,
And the temple's lofty dome.
He looked on the river's flood,
And the flash of mo... |
english/faberfre/Z200372159 | 764,038 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Faber, Frederick William, 1814-1863 | 1,814 | CXXXIX.THE POET'S WORKSHOP. | 1,844 | 60 | Poems (1857) | Bewilders those who do not know it; | y | null | 1800-1850 | The litter of a student's room
Bewilders those who do not know it;
But it is neatness when compared
With the dim workshop of a poet.
O if you could but enter there,
Where foreign foot may not intrude,
Of puzzling sights and puzzling sounds
'Twould seem a clamorous solitude.
The murmuring hum of line, half line,
Choic... |
american/am0643/Z200168136 | 995,875 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Shillaber, B. P. (Benjamin Penhallow), 1814-1890 | 1,814 | A PROPHECY FOR FIFTY‐TWO; THAT WAS NOT ALL VERIFIED, BUT WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN. | 1,844 | 72 | Rhymes with reason and without (1854) | &indent;I admit he is worthy your praise, | y | null | 1800-1850 | A "to-do" you have made about Kossuth, --
I admit he is worthy your praise,
But that I'm a greater than he
You will learn, perhaps, one of these days.
I'll just put my carpet-bag down,
And show you the whole of it through;
There are rare things and mighty to see
In the budget of young Fifty-two.
They ... |
c20-english/armitage/Z200608811 | 345,171 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Armitage, Simon, 1963- | 1,963 | The Civilians | 1,993 | 35 | null | We signed the lease and knew we were landed. | null | Lyric | 1950-2000 | We signed the lease and knew we were landed.
Our dream house: half farm, half mansion; gardens
announcing every approach, a greenhouse
with a southern aspect.
Here the sunlight lasted;
evenings stretched their sunburnt arms towards us,
held us in their palms: gilded us, warmed us.
We studied th... |
american/am1302/Z200198511 | 379,018 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 | 1,791 | “DEPART, CHRISTIAN SOUL.” | 1,821 | 18 | Zinzendorff (1837) | &indent;The sun‐ray fades before thy darken'd sight, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Depart, depart! The silver cord is breaking,
The sun-ray fades before thy darkened sighed,
The subtle essence from the clod is taking
Mid groans and pangs its everlasting flight;
Lingerest thou fearful? Christ the grave hath blessed,
He, in that lowly couch did deign to take his rest.
Depart! thy sojourn h... |
english/gossesir/Z400587976 | 943,562 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Gosse, Edmund, 1849-1928 | 1,849 | I. | 1,879 | 20 | null | &indent;I will catch you sporting and winging; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Agnes, my exquisite butterfly,
I will catch you sporting and winging;
I am weaving a net with meshes small,
And the meshes are my singing.
If I am a butterfly, tender and small,
From the heather-bells do not snatch me;
But since you are a boy, and are found of a game,
You may hunt, though you must not ... |
american/am0966/Z200178107 | 645,919 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Freneau, Philip Morin, 1752-1832 | 1,752 | PALEMON TO LAVINIA. | 1,782 | 44 | Poems [1929] | No tears recall our lost Alcander home, | y | null | 1750-1800 | "Torn from your arms by rude relentless hands,
No tears recall our lost Alcander home,
Who, far removed by fierce piratic bans,
Finds in a foreign soil and early tomb:
Well may you grieve! -- his raze so early done,
No years he reached, to urge some task sublime; --
No conquests made, no brilliant action wone,
No v... |
english-ed2/holmesed/Z200679429 | 135,847 | null | English Poetry | Holmes, Edmond Gore Alexander, 1850-1936. | 1,850 | MORNING TWILIGHT | 1,880 | 14 | The Creed of My Heart and Other Poems. By Edmond Holmes (1912) | &indent;Veiling their splintered summits from our eyes: | y | null | 1850-1900 | Motionless mists around the mountains cling,
Veiling their splintered summits from our eyes:
Though night is dead the sun delays to rise,
And all is cold and gray: no living thing
Moves on the earth; no bird is on the wing: --
Calmer than death the lake far-winding lies,
While slumber in its depths the... |
american/am0559/Z300164751 | 595,109 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Piatt, John James, 1835-1917 | 1,835 | FIRE BEFORE SEED. | 1,865 | 36 | Western windows (1872) | &indent;Where Autumn scatter'd harvest gold | y | null | 1800-1850 | How bright tonight lies all the Vale,
Where Autumn scattered harvest gold
And, far off, hummed the rumbling flail
When dark autumnal noons were cold!
The fields put on a mask of fire,
Forever changing, in the dark;
Lo, yonder upland village spire
Flashes in air a crimson spark!
I see the farmhouse roo... |
english-ed2/ep2325/Z300636451 | 716,958 | null | English Poetry | Hofland, Mrs. (Barbara), 1770-1844 | 1,770 | LINES, Addressed to a beautiful little Boy. | 1,800 | 30 | Poems, by Barbara Hoole [1805] | Infant Love's epitome, | y | null | 1750-1800 | William! beauteous Boy! in thee,
Infant Love's epitome,
We can every charm discover,
Where a classic taste might hover,
Tracing in each swelling feature
The beneficence of Nature.
Balmy lips, where still reposes
Beauty on a bed of roses;
Blooming cheeks, whose hues eclipse
E'en the roses of those lips,
Mingling with t... |
american/am0929/Z200176739 | 71,661 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | American Poetry | Cliffton, William, 1772-1799 | 1,772 | ANSWER OF The United Irishmen to an Address from The Devil. | 1,802 | 43 | Poems (1800) | We tender our thanks for your joyous Oration; | y | null | 1750-1800 | With hearts overflowing with consideration,
We tender our thanks for your joyous Oration;
Our Hope's never fluttered with half so much grace,
As now at the good looking gloom of your face;
But permit us to say there is not to be found,
Upon Christian or Jew, or Mahometan ground,
Among all your breed, such a comfortless... |
english/rogerssa/Z200476188 | 843,303 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Rogers, Samuel, 1763-1855 | 1,763 | TO A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST. | 1,793 | 31 | The poetical works of Samuel Rogers (1875) | Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor? | y | null | 1750-1800 | Once more, Enchantress of the soul,
Once more we hail thy soft control.
-- Yet whither, whither didst thou fly?
To what bright region of the sky?
Say, in what distant star to dwell?
(Of other world's thou seemest to tell)
Or, trembling, fluttering here below,
Resolved and unresolved to go,
In secret didst thou still i... |
c20-african-american/da20102/Z300302542 | 78,491 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | African-American Poetry | Toomer, Jean, 1894-1967 | 1,894 | I SEE HER LOVELY THERE | 1,924 | 19 | null | Lord take her to a distant place, | null | null | 1850-1900 | Lord take her to a distant place,
Inaccessible to my fate,
That my pride may not break
Against her anviled loveliness.
That my face may not flake,
That my knees may not bend
That my feet may not slave,
That my brain may not flame --
Stop! Lord I see her lovely there,
Within me though in far-off space,
Lovelier than w... |
english/langhorn/Z300413642 | 855,406 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Langhorne, John, 1735-1779 | 1,735 | ELEGY IV. | 1,765 | 36 | The Poetical Works (1804) | &indent;Fond hopes, of Innocence and Fancy born! | y | null | 1700-1750 | Oh! yet, you dear, deluding visions stay!
Fond Hope's, of Innocence and Fancy born!
For you I'll cast these waking thoughts away,
For one wild dream of life's romantic morn.
Ah! no: the sunshine over each object spread
By flattering Hope, the flowers that blue so fair,
Like the gay gardens of Armida fled,
... |
faber/fa1902/Z200563208 | 718,846 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | The Faber Poetry Library | Paulin, Tom (trans.)Akhmatova, Anna Andreevna, 1889–1966 (orig.) | 1,889 | Voronezh (Anna Akhmatova) | 1,919 | 28 | null | You walk on permafrost | null | null | 1850-1900 | You walk on permafrost
in these streets.
The town's silly and heavy
Like a glass paperweight
stuck on a desk --
a wide steel one
glib as this pavement.
I trimp on ice,
the sledges skitter and slip.
Crows are crowding the poplars,
and St Peter's of Voronezh
is and acidgreen dome
fizzing in the flecked light.
The earth'... |
english/clarejoh/Z300313507 | 343,703 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Clare, John, 1793-1864 | 1,793 | [Who does not feel the grand sublimity] | 1,823 | 35 | The Early Poems (1989) | Who does not feel the grand sublimity | y | null | 1750-1800 | Who does not feel the grand sublimity
Of nature's pictures touched with endless skill
In endless changes that near cease to be
Awakening wonder were we will
The earth's broad landscape varying every hour
In every beauteous shape & varying on
In inscets of all hues & leaf & flower
Till fanceys power exaus'tless seems & ... |
english/bartonbe/Z200273503 | 436,103 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849 | 1,784 | TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTH‐DAY | 1,814 | 28 | Household Verses (1845) | Many mingled feelings blend, | y | null | 1750-1800 | Lately known, but valued friend!
Many mingled feelings blend,
When, for thee, I fain would try
My old art of poesy.
Could I hail thy natal day
With its most appropriate lay,
Full of sunshine's cloudless glow
Should my votive tribute flow.
As my day drew near its night,
Like a vision of delight,
Shedding more than sun... |
english/laurence/Z200414247 | 29,660 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Laurence, French, 1757-1809 | 1,757 | To Miss Allen. | 1,787 | 44 | Poetical remains (1872) | To his Platonist mistress his picture may send, | y | null | 1750-1800 | As the pure sentimental platonical friend,
To his Platonist mistress his picture may send,
And not give the most rigid old damsel a handle,
From thence on their friendship to throw any scandal;
Tho' I've well weighed the matter, I cannot as yet see,
Any reason why I should not send mine to Betsy.
Yet think not I mean t... |
english/ellisonh/Z300347440 | 871,929 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890 | 1,811 | LIFE. | 1,841 | 14 | Madmoments (1839) | And what is Life?—a Child among the Flowers: | y | null | 1800-1850 | And what is Life? -- a Child among the Flowers:
A Kiss: the Loosing of a Maiden's Zone,
The Lifting of the Veil by Fancy thrown
Around her Form, and then the bitter Hours,
The Heritage of those who use her Powers
Unwisely; 'this the Sickman's feeble Moan:
A Mother's Joy: and evervarying Tone,
A passing Shadow: Sumbeams... |
english/millerth/Z200436401 | 569,613 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Miller, Thomas, 1807-1874 | 1,807 | THE MOTHER TO HER INFANT. | 1,837 | 18 | Original poems for my children [1852] | &indent;Thy mother sits by thee to guard thy repose; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Slumber, my darling, no danger is near,
Thy mother sits by thee to guard thy repose;
Though the wind roars aloud, not a breath reaches here,
To shake the white curtains which round thee do close:
Then slumber, my darling, and sleep without fear,
Thou art safe from all danger, my dearest, while here.
What is it... |
english/deveresi/Z300338244 | 200,860 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | De Vere, Aubrey, Sir, 1788-1846 | 1,788 | XVII. Coast Scenery, 9. Malbay, caricatured. | 1,818 | 14 | A Song of Faith (1842) | Of some such thing I dreamed when lodged there newly! | y | null | 1750-1800 | Malbay a solitude? egregious nonsense!
Of some such thing I dreamed when lodged there newly!
But soon found out 'it only true in one sense:
An intellectual desert it is truly.
There's company -- a ship full-so unruly!
Boarding-school rompers, academic praters,
Blues, blacklegs, pettifoggers, gabbling duly,
... |
english-ed2/ep2256/Z300631291 | 899,079 | null | English Poetry | Ruskin, John, 1819-1900 | 1,819 | THE AVALANCHE. | 1,849 | 38 | The Poems Of John Ruskin: Now First Collected From Original Manuscript And Printed Sources; And Edited, In Chronological Order, With Notes, Biographical And Critical, By W. G. Collingwood (1891) | And brave hearts were about them, | y | null | 1800-1850 | They went away at break of day,
And brave hearts were about them,
Who led them on, but at the gray
Of eve returned without them.
They're watched from yonder lowly spot
By many and anxious eye;
Hearts that forebode they know not what,
And fear, they know not why.
"Why left you, lone upon the steep,
My child?" the widow ... |
english/goddardw/Z300379625 | 443,190 | 1500-1700 Emblems, Epigrams, Formal Satires | English Poetry | Goddard, William, fl. 1615 | 1,615 | Satire 25. [Wherein dus Ouids Eccho that sweete am'rous Nimph] | 1,645 | 14 | A mastif whelp [1599] | Then (Eccho‐like) shee takes the last word [loue] quoth shee, | y | null | 1600-1650 | Wherein dus Ouids Echo that sweet amorous Nymph;
Excell the Lady Delphis our most heavenly Imph?
As Ouids nymph would still Narcissus last words use,
Like so dus Delphis his sweet Pomus words peruse:
Let Pomus say sweet Dilphis canst thou love quoth he?
Then (Eccho-like) she takes the last word [love] quoth she,
Thy te... |
english/sblawes/Z300491962 | 496,683 | null | English Poetry | Lawes, Henry, 1600-1662 | 1,600 | Future Hope. | 1,630 | 16 | null | Or, when will Love again restore | y | null | 1600-1650 | When shall I see my Captive heart
That lies in Chloris breast?
Or, when will Love again restore
Those joys I once possessed?
Yet, 'this a blessing I confess,
When Fate is thus severe,
Not to be barred of future
Hope's to mitigate our fear.
The Tyrant Love would be deposed,
And from this Empire thrown,
Were not his Sub... |
american/am0291/Z200154220 | 56,169 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908 | 1,835 | THE SONG OF A SUMMER. | 1,865 | 24 | The poems and sonnets (1909) | Golden and rosy and fair to see,— | y | Lyric | 1800-1850 | I plucked and apple from off a tree,
Golden and rosy and fair to see, --
The sunshine had fed it with warmth and light,
The dews had freshened it night by night,
And high on the topmost bough it grew,
Where the winds of Heaven about it blue;
And while the morning's were soft and young
The wild birds circled, and soare... |
faber/fa0501/Z300557539 | 979,942 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | The Faber Poetry Library | Eliot, T. S. (Thomas Stearns), 1888-1965 | 1,888 | Whispers of Immortality (1925) | 1,918 | 32 | null | Webster was much possessed by death | null | null | 1850-1900 | Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lustest and luxuries.
Donne, I suppose, was ... |
c20-english/fa0201/Z300608529 | 978,839 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Armitage, Simon, 1963- | 1,963 | [This 1950 Rolls‐Royce Silver Wraith] | 1,993 | 14 | null | This 1950 Rolls‐Royce Silver Wraith | null | Lyric | 1950-2000 | This 1950 Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith
is twenty quid
above the going rate
but twice as stately as the Bentley
or the green Mercedes-Benz.
We'll take it.
In its double berth
we test the leather,
see ourselves together
in the rear-view mirror,
draw the blind
that separates the back seat
from the driver and his line o... |
english-ed2/ep2495/Z200666423 | 690,692 | null | English Poetry | Lawson, Louisa, 1848-1920 | 1,848 | RENUNCIATION. | 1,878 | 28 | “The Lonely Crossing” and Other Poems by Louisa Lawson. (1905) | Thou sayest that I am heartless and a coward, | y | null | 1800-1850 | Thou sayest that I am heartless and a coward,
That I with blandishments thy passion drew
Until thy will was weakened and overpowered,
Then back to thee that love again I threw.
Thou dost me wrong when thou dost call me coward.
To kill a passion one must needs be brave:
To tear a love out, strong and hope e... |
c20-american/am30130/Z400369548 | 804,037 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | MacLeish, Archibald, 1892-1982 | 1,892 | 24. EVE OLD | 1,922 | 14 | null | The taste of time is sweet at first, | null | null | 1850-1900 | The taste of time is sweet at first,
Then salt as tears, then tame as water:
Time to the old tastes bitter, bitter.
No child of mine may quench his thirst
However deep he drink of time,
Sweet or bitter, salt or tame.
Because my tongue that apple durst
His tongue shall want what time is not --
Not tame, not bitter, s... |
c20-american/am20133/Z300228542 | 818,340 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Williams, William Carlos, 1883-1963 | 1,883 | GENESIS | 1,913 | 12 | null | Take some one in England with brains enough | null | null | 1850-1900 | Take some one in England with brains enough
or taste enough, what they call there,
possibly, and aristocrat -- though' seldom enough
And let him get a woman who's bitch enough
with child, then treat her characteristically
enough to make her, having guts enough,
quit the damned place and take a ship to New
York and with... |
english/popealex/Z200463488 | 755,243 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744 | 1,688 | IMPROMPTU, To Lady Winchelsea. Occasion'd by four Satyrical Verses on Women‐Wits, in the Rape of the Lock. | 1,718 | 12 | Minor Poems (1954) | Fate doom'd the Fall of ev'ry Female Wit, | y | Heroic couplets | 1650-1700 | In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore,
And cite those Sapho's we admire no more:
Fate doomed the Fall of every Female Wit,
But doomed it then when first Ardelia writ.
Of all Examples by the World confessed,
I knew Ardelia could not quote the best;
Who, Like her Mistress on Britannia's Throne;
Fights, and subdues in Qu... |
english/edwards2/Z200344670 | 47,125 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET VIII. On the Cantos of SPENSER's Fairy Queen, lost in the Passage from Ireland. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;To tempt that Western Frith with ventrous keel; | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Woe worth the man, who in ill hour assayed
To tempt that Western Frith with venturous keel;
And seek what Heav'n, regardful of our weal,
Had hid in fogs, and night's eternal shade;
Ill-starr'd Hibernia! well art thou apaid
For all the woes, which Britain made thee feel
By Henry's wrath, and Pembroke's ... |
english/brownth1/Z300290420 | 492,071 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704 | 1,663 | An Imitation of the 14th Epod in Hor. | 1,693 | 23 | The Works (1715) | Mollis Inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis | y | null | 1650-1700 | Ask me no longer, dear Sir John,
Why your Lampoon lies still undone,
'Fore George my Brain's grown addle;
Nor bid me Pegasus bestride,
Why should you ask a Sot to ride
That cannot keep his Saddle?
This was the poor Anacreon's Case,
When doting on a smooth-chinned Face,
He pined away his Carcass.
To tune hi... |
english-ed2/ep2493/Z200664966 | 717,754 | null | English Poetry | Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892 | 1,823 | There is Music in the Night. | 1,853 | 15 | Poems. By Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1866) | &indent;By the river bank fledged in mist; | y | null | 1800-1850 | There is music in the night -- far off -- far off
By the river bank fledged in missed;
It falls and rises on the low wind's soph --
'Tis a lonely serenader: -- list!
As the moon from a cloudy fold sheds down
On stream and tree her amber fire,
How the distance mingles voice and lyre
Beneath the branches... |
english/lambmary/Z300411504 | 976,618 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Fane, Violet, 1843-1905 | 1,843 | IN YEARS TO COME. | 1,873 | 27 | Poems by Violet Fane (1892) | What now we prize, and turn to grey | y | null | 1800-1850 | The years to come may sweep away
What now we prize, and turn to gray
This curly dark brown hair,
The years may dim these ardent eyes
And turn to tender memories
These moments that seem fair.
Yet, if they leave me still your kiss,
All else they steal I shall not miss,
And folded in your arms
The voice I lov... |
english/washbour/Z200521596 | 285,058 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Washbourne, Thomas, 1606-1687 | 1,606 | Upon a good yeer of Corn, and a quick harvest. | 1,636 | 20 | Divine Poems (1654) | Fair weather too to bring it in amaine? | y | null | 1600-1650 | Have we not had a fruitful year of grain,
Fair weather too to bring it in amain?
And shall we not and offering to him pay,
Who gives us richly all things to enjoy?
Did not the heathens show their thankfulness
To their Corn goddess Ceres, and express
The same by sacrifices of the best?
And shall we fail our thanks to ma... |
english/barberma/Z200268382 | 365,459 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757 | 1,690 | Written at Tunbridge‐Wells. To the Right Honourable the Lady Barbara North, occasion'd by some of the Company's saying they would go to Faint‐Fair, and act a Play. | 1,720 | 10 | Poems on Several Occasions (1735) | And, as our Stage is of a Piece | y | null | 1650-1700 | In some few Hours we must repair,
To act, Like Thespis, in the Fair:
And, as our Stage is of a Piece
With that transmitted down from Greece,
Some Pow'r celestial must unfold
Our Fable, too obscurely told:
And, since it helps the Poet's Art,
When Actors speak and look their Part;
Wonder not, fair One, that we sue,
The G... |
english/rawnsley/Z200472045 | 223,076 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920 | 1,851 | V AÎSHA'S TEARS (OUTSIDE THE CITY WALLS) | 1,881 | 54 | Idylls and Lyrics of The Nile (1894) | With dates and palm‐branch in her hand, | y | null | 1850-1900 | Aîsha sobs as one in pain,
With dates and palm-branch in her hand,
Goes through' the city-gates alone
To weep for him, her husband, gone
Into the far-off silent land
Not ever to return again.
How changed from when on funeral-day,
Thro' dark bazaar and alley dim,
The young boy-reader went before,
And cried to Allah be... |
english/hoodthom/Z300398764 | 297,687 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hood, Thomas, 1799-1845 | 1,799 | THE WATER LADY. | 1,829 | 24 | The Works (1862–1863) | To show what man should never see!— | y | Lyric | 1750-1800 | Alas, the moon should ever beam
To show what man should never see! --
I saw a maiden on a stream,
And fair was she!
I stayed awhile, to see her throw
Her tresses back, that all beset
The fair horizon of her brow
With clouds of jet.
I stayed a little while to view
Her cheek, that wore in place of read
The bloom of wa... |
english/william5/Z400537646 | 205,543 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Williams, Isaac, 1802-1865 | 1,802 | VII. Village Psalmody. | 1,832 | 14 | The Cathedral, or the Catholic and Apostolic Church (1839) | And is it not thy praise, Church of our love, | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | And is it not thy praise, Church of our love,
That thou unto each little rural nook
Of quiet hast soft golden plumage shook
From off the wing of thine own David's dove,
And turned the melodies, that nearest prove
To the heart of man, into a sacred book, --
Key to the soul's best avenues, -- a brook
Tha... |
c20-english/ep29001/Z200305097 | 827,487 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 | 1,865 | Azrael's Count | 1,895 | 29 | null | Lost in the wind‐plaited sand‐dunes—athirst in the maze of them. | null | null | 1850-1900 | Lo! the Wild Cow of the Desert, her yeanling estrayed from her --
Lost in the wind-plaited sand-dunes -- athirst in the maze of them.
Hot-foot she follows those footprints -- the thrice-tangled ways of them.
Her soul is shut save to one thing -- the love-quest consuming her.
Fearless she lows passed the camp, our fir... |
english/crashawr/Z400324295 | 271,843 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649 | 1,613 | Upon the asse that bore our Saviour. | 1,643 | 12 | Steps to the Temple (1904) | &indent;in Eloquence? | y | null | 1600-1650 | Hath only anger and Omnipotence
in Eloquence?
Within the lips of love and joy does dwell
No miracle?
Why else had Balaams ass a tongue to chide
His Master's pride?
And thou (heaven burdened beast) hast never a word
To praise thy Lord?
That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder
Was a great wonder... |
english/bourdill/Z200284936 | 435,953 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bourdillon, Francis William, 1852-1921 | 1,852 | THE EREMITE. | 1,882 | 28 | Through the Gateway [1900] | &indent;Where Nature's face is fair, | y | null | 1850-1900 | O poets, when you walk alone
Where Nature's face is fair,
Seek not the mirror of your own
Imaginations there!
Thou lover-minstrel 'neath the moon,
Listening the nightingale,
Take not that hour of heavenly boon
To heighten thy love-tale!
The sea-wind in the woods of pine,
hath it no mysteries
More ... |
english/colermar/Z200316829 | 782,863 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Coleridge, Mary E. (Mary Elizabeth), 1861-1907 | 1,861 | CV STREET LANTERNS | 1,891 | 17 | Poems (1908) | We mend the roads in London town. | y | null | 1850-1900 | Country roads are yellow and brown.
We mend the roads in London town.
Never a handsome dare come nigh.
Never a cart goes rolling by,
An unwonted silence steals
In between the turning wheels.
Quickly ends the autumn day,
And the workman goes his way,
Leaving, amid the traffic rude,
One small isle of solitude,
Lit, ... |
c20-american/am20019/Z200205366 | 784,306 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Olson, Charles, 1910-1970. | 1,910 | “As the shield goddess, Mycenae ...” | 1,940 | 51 | null | As the shield goddess, Mycenae | null | null | 1900-1950 | As the shield goddess, Mycenae
the Baubo of the belly is a faceless thing
behind which beats a clock Like a bomb
power enough to blow the world apart
womanhood, is power enough to blow
the world apart. Let this atomic furnace
be said and shown as such, instead of these
cute demure peddle-pushers and slippers
who don't... |
english/bennettw/Z200277359 | 689,549 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bennett, W. C. (William Cox), 1820-1895 | 1,820 | [Say, what is it to live, thou child of clay?] | 1,850 | 14 | My Sonnets (1843) | It is not, like the unseen, wandering, wind, | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | Say, what is it to live, thou child of clay?
It is not, Like the unseen, wandering, wind,
To come from whence thou knowest not, and, behind,
No record of thy being leave, to say
Thou were and art not, -- dawn and fade away,
'Mid things, that memory knows not of, to find
A restingplace for thy earth-troubled mind.
Call ... |
c20-american/am22114/Z300242134 | 226,153 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Carruth, Hayden, 1921- | 1,921 | 34 [Women in anger, it seems, become theatrical] | 1,951 | 16 | null | Women in anger, it seems, become theatrical. | null | null | 1900-1950 | Women in anger, it seems, become theatrical.
They perform. In pose, gesture, tone of voice,
even the masks their faces wear, they choose
fury self-consciously, and sob and wail
glancing over their shoulders at the spectacle
in the hall mirror, so to speak, turned-on Medea's
practicing for their denouements. What's the ... |
english/darbycha/Z200332394 | 267,021 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | C. D. (Charles Darby), d. 1709 | 1,709 | Psalm XC. | 1,739 | 56 | The Book of Psalms in English Metre (1704) | &indent;Our place of refuge been: | y | Metrical Psalm | 1700-1750 | Thou hast, O Lord, from age to age,
Our place of refuge been:
From everlasting thou art God,
Before the world was seen.
And unto all eternity,
Thou dost the same remain:
Though man decays, and as one die,
Another comes again.
For in thy sighed a thousand years
Are but as yesterday:
Or as a watch, ... |
english/morriswi/Z300447253 | 875,257 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Morris, William, 1834-1896 | 1,834 | [The Maiden's Lifting.] | 1,864 | 40 | The Collected Works (1910–1911) | Wild is the waste and long leagues over; | y | null | 1800-1850 | Wild is the waste and long leagues over;
Whither then weened you spear and sword,
Where nought shall see your helms but the plover,
Far and far from the dear Dale's sward?
Many a league shall we weened together
With helm and spear and bent bow.
Hark! how the wind blows up for weather:
Dark shall the ni... |
english/barlowge/Z300270206 | 301,657 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Barlow, George, 1847-1914 | 1,847 | XXXI. A PORTION OF BEATRICE | 1,877 | 15 | The Poetical Works [1902–1914] | &indent;And all ye winds and mountains that rejoice | y | null | 1800-1850 | Ye strange fierce seas that listen to my sung,
And all you winds and mountains that rejoice
In unison with my uplifted voice,
And all you streams that, one with me, are strong,
And all you countless stars, a gold-crowned throng,
It is the last time, mark me, that I sing:
This summer breeze that trembles... |
american/am0182/Z300150255 | 574,647 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Whittier, John Greenleaf, 1807-1892 | 1,807 | BY THEIR WORKS. | 1,837 | 10 | The poetical works [1894] | His faith in goodness by no creed confessed. | y | null | 1800-1850 | Call him not heretic whose works attest
His faith in goodness by no creed confessed.
Whatever in love's name is truly done
To free the bound and lift the fallen one
Is done to Christ. Whoso in deed and word
Is not against Him labors for our Lord.
When He, who, sad and weary, longing soar
For love's sweet service, sough... |
english/wattsisa/Z300523196 | 966,555 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748 | 1,674 | The Heart given away. | 1,704 | 28 | The Works (1810) | &indent;(And passions sure they be) | y | null | 1650-1700 | If there are passion in my soul,
(And passion sure they be)
Now they are all at thy control,
My Jesus, all for thee.
If love, that pleasing power, can rest
In hearts so hard as mine,
Come, gentle Saviour, to my breast,
For all my love is thine.
Let the gay world, with treacherous art,
Allure my ey... |
english-ed2/dobsonhe/Z300339843 | 223,698 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Dobson, Austin, 1840-1921 | 1,840 | “EXTREMUM TANAIN” | 1,870 | 15 | null | &indent;O Lyce, I bewail my fate; | y | Rondeau | 1800-1850 | Before thy doors too long of late,
O Lyce, I bewail my fate;
Not Don's barbarian maids, I trow,
Would treat their luckless lovers so;
Thou, -- thou alone art obstinate.
Hast thou nor eyes nor ears, Ingrate!
Hark! how the North Wind shakes thy gate!
Look! how the laurels bend with snow
Before th... |
c20-english/yeats/Z400351973 | 910,455 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Yeats, W. B. (William Butler), 1865-1939 | 1,865 | [What message comes to famous Thebes from the Golden House] | 1,895 | 24 | null | What message comes to famous Thebes from the Golden House? | null | null | 1850-1900 | What message comes to famous Thebes from the Golden House?
What message of disaster from that sweet-throated Zeus?
What monstrous thing our father's saw do the seasons bring?
Or what that no man ever saw, what new monstrous thing?
Trembling in every limb I raise my loud importunate cry,
And in a sacred terror wait the ... |
english/hopperno/Z200399647 | 757,194 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hopper, Nora, 1871-1906 | 1,871 | ON RYE HILL | 1,901 | 20 | [Selected Poems] (1906) | Green meadows after the rainfall look like spring: | y | null | 1850-1900 | Green meadows after the rainfall look Like spring:
We pass along them, lazily loitering.
White flowers in the deep grass move at the touch of a white moth's wing:
The cattle are still in the meadow, and high on the hill
The sheep are still.
A robin sings in the hawthorn that leans so low,
Bowed by the weight of its ha... |
english-ed2/ep2609/Z200674785 | 422,600 | null | English Poetry | Russell, George William, 1867-1935 | 1,867 | RECONCILIATION | 1,897 | 10 | Collected poems by A. E. (1926) | &indent;I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest | y | null | 1850-1900 | I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord;
I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest
Of the earth, of the mother, my heart with her heart in accord,
As I lie 'mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast
I begin with the grass once again to be bound to the Lord.
By... |
american/am0285/Z200154103 | 452,408 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Hovey, Richard, 1864-1900 | 1,864 | ACCIDENT IN ART. | 1,894 | 14 | [Poems, in] More songs from Vagabondia (1908) | Accomplished his despair?—one touch revealing | y | null | 1850-1900 | What painter has not with a careless smutch
Accomplished his despair? -- one touch revealing
All he had put of life, thought, vigor, feeling,
Into the canvas that without that touch
Showed of his love and labour just so much
Raw pigment, scarce a scrap of soul concealing!
What poet has not found his spirit kneeling
A-s... |
english/sewardan/Z300482040 | 690,832 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONG. [In the mid‐day of summer, and far from the shade] | 1,772 | 18 | The Poetical Works (1810) | Beneath a steep rock, a young shepherd was laid; | y | null | 1700-1750 | In the midday of summer, and far from the shade,
Beneath a steep rock, a young shepherd was laid;
The roses of beauty had paled on his face,
Yet each look was expressive, each motion was grace.
Thus flowed his soft numbers; -- and strange that a swain,
With such eyes, and such numbers, should languish in vain!
Ye fier... |
c20-american/am22170/Z300245856 | 704,287 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Sarton, May, 1912-1995 | 1,912 | The First Autumn | 1,942 | 26 | null | Though in a little while | null | null | 1900-1950 | Though in a little while
You will be dead again
After this first rehearsal
Since then and all the pain,
Still it's not death that spends
So tenderly this treasure
In leaf-rich golden winds,
But life in lavish measure.
October spends the aster,
Riches of purple, blue,
Lavender, white, that glow
In ragged starry cluster... |
english/tupperma/Z300513096 | 897,602 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889 | 1,810 | “Nobody Feels or Cares!” A Lamentation. | 1,840 | 24 | Ballads for the Times (1851) | &indent;And well nigh frozen dead,— | y | null | 1800-1850 | The world is dying, its heart is cold,
And well nigh frozen dead, --
A sorrowful thing it is to grow old,
With all the feelings fled, --
Dull are its eyes, and dismal its voice,
And a mourner's cloak it wears,
For all have forgotten to love or rejoice, --
Nobody feels or cares!
Time was, when zeal a... |
english/hopkinsj/Z400399237 | 624,295 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Hopkins, John, fl. 1700 | 1,700 | To Amasia, still promising to Sing, but never performing. | 1,730 | 16 | Amasia (1700) | &indent;Yet is not much to blame, | y | null | 1700-1750 | Amasia wrongs me of my Song,
Yet is not much to blame,
She knows my fate hangs on her Tongue,
She knows her breath would spread my flame.
With sounds as pleasing as the Spheres,
The lovely Fair denies,
To Charm my Soul into my Ears,
And sing the triumphs of her Eyes.
Mean though' she thinks the prize she ... |
english/oldiswor/Z300452137 | 107,000 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Oldisworth, William, 1680-1734 (trans.) / Horace, 65-8 BC (orig.) | 1,680 | ODE XII. To Augustus. | 1,710 | 60 | The Odes, Epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) | &indent;Thy warbling Pipe or Lyre, | y | Ode | 1650-1700 | What Man? What Hero wilt thou claim?
What Godhead, Muse? For whom inspire
Thy warbling Pipe or Lyre,
While sportful Echo sounds thy dancing Name?
Whether in Pindus' Shades I rove,
Or near the Muses sacred Spring,
Or on cold Haemus sing,
Whence tuneful Orpheus drew the listening Grove.
He knew to charm, or Ear... |
modern/car1801/Z500548228 | 710,468 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Haslam, Michael, 1947- | 1,947 | Vacations 2.viii. | 1,977 | 25 | null | At best a simple cherry flowered, | null | null | 1900-1950 | At best a simple cherry flowered,
shed its petals, while the eggs were in the hedge
about to hatch.
The fun seemed perfect in communion with living things.
The cherry ripens with vacational instructions.
Any fruit the birds may take to eat will do.
There is a mood
in which you can't be too simplistic with the pips
... |
c20-american/am22057/Z300233876 | 197,845 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Nathan, Leonard, 1924- | 1,924 | COLD SNAP | 1,954 | 20 | null | When the ice next comes down | null | null | 1900-1950 | When the ice next comes down
over the taigas, the Lake's, the northern cities,
the yellow shag of the wheat fields,
our eyes will open very wide
after thousands of years of sleep
to see the world again.
A smoky fire. On the cave wall
bisons stampeding south with spears in their sides,
taking with them the lost purpose... |
c20-english/car3303/Z300132482 | 356,154 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Peck, John, 1941- | 1,941 | THE SPRING FESTIVAL ON THE RIVER | 1,971 | 44 | null | Crowd fear: blown paper and uprooted ferns, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Crowd fear: blown paper and uprooted ferns,
Down newsreel streets, down spillways,
Hands at random over me, cold pork,
Sweat runneling down my back --
Then the bridge:
Like carpet bulging up, it heaved the bodies
Wedging above the river, over barges piled
With cargo to the edges of their curious roofs,
Hulls squatting... |
english/quillina/Z200469678 | 317,243 | 1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Quillinan, Edward, 1791-1851 | 1,791 | THE HOURGLASS. | 1,821 | 15 | Woodcuts and Verses (1820) | &indent;Culling flowers of rhyme; | y | null | 1750-1800 | Poets loiter all their leisure,
Culling flowers of rhyme;
Thus they twine the wreathe of pleasure
Round the glass of time:
Twining flowers of rhyme.
Fancy's Children, ever heedless!
Why thus bribe the hours?
Death, to prove the trouble needless,
Withers all your flowers:
Why then bribe the hour... |
american/am0652/Z200169041 | 700,427 | 1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century | American Poetry | Howe, Julia Ward, 1819-1910 | 1,819 | AS IT IS. | 1,849 | 36 | Words for the hour (1857) | Where rhyme attends on rhyme, as tear on tear; | y | null | 1800-1850 | My soul is weary of this chant of woe
Where rhyme attends on rhyme, as tear on tear;
I sit beside the waning lamp, and wait
Some vigorous voice to break the spell of fear.
Slow lustres led us from the wild surprise
Of early sorrows -- stranger following strange,
Till in that' uncertain, billowy waste we see
No law sav... |
english/ellisonh/Z300348568 | 236,725 | 1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century | English Poetry | Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890 | 1,811 | TO BE, OR NOT TO BE. | 1,841 | 42 | Stones from The Quarry [1875] | Pluck out my heart, and put a something there | y | Sonnet | 1800-1850 | Pluck out my heart, and put a something there
Which, if not stone already, is in course
Of transformation, or to something worse;
Numbed, deadened, yet with sense of things that were!
As one on whom Medusa's stony stare
Hath fallen, who first feels its working curse,
The frost at heart, the beat that loses force,
No mo... |
c20-american/am20029/Z400210158 | 270,709 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Rukeyser, Muriel, 1913- | 1,913 | [As he stood near the plane] | 1,943 | 10 | null | As he stood near the plane, they heard him say: | null | null | 1900-1950 | As he stood near the plane, they herd him say:
"I am of purely Germane descent."
The morning blue his words away.
"My grandparents left Germany in protest."
Prepotent grandfather, your seaports and your sea
"And I, too, claim that right."
I now newborn. Protest prepareth me.
"Tell the Germane people ...
"I speak for my... |
english/fullerth/Z200376985 | 102,152 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Fuller, Thomas, 1608-1661 | 1,608 | The Life and Death of Martin Chemnisius. | 1,638 | 12 | Abel redevivus (1651) | Among these worthies, a prime place may have; | y | null | 1600-1650 | This Authour, eminent Chemnisius grave,
Among these worthies, a prime place may have;
Who, by his most industrious pains over came
The many rubs which would have quentcht his fame:
And to such height of learning did arise
As made great Princes him most highly prize.
Yea, so transcendently his fame did shine,
That, One ... |
c20-english/ent0801/Z300576207 | 857,471 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Cornford, Frances Darwin, 1886-1960 | 1,886 | IN DORSET | 1,916 | 14 | null | From muddy road to muddy lane | null | null | 1850-1900 | From muddy road to muddy lane
I plodded through the falling rain;
For miles and miles was nothing there
But missed, and mud, and hedges bore.
At length approaching I espied
Two gipsy women side by side;
They turned their faces broad and bold
And brown and freshened by the cold,
And stared at me in gipsy wise
With shre... |
c20-american/am20019/Z200205182 | 414,377 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Olson, Charles, 1910-1970. | 1,910 | Of the United States | 1,940 | 59 | null | I'll go and sit down a few minutes with my soul. Hello, | null | null | 1900-1950 | I'll go and sit down a few minutes with my soul. Hello,
are you there? and if so, what have you God to say?
Like when they ask you, how do you write poems, Mr. Olson,
what do you say? that if they come out, they come out, and
if they don't come out, they don't. Walk out with a resound-
king tread, if you don't want t... |
c20-american/am30183/Z300509499 | 504,378 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Conkling, Helen, 1928- | 1,928 | Vivaldi Recalls the First Time He Was Engaged as a Musician | 1,958 | 26 | null | The doge went in a procession | null | null | 1900-1950 | The doge went in a procession
to the Church of San Giovanni a Paola.
I sat with my father among the violins.
We were on a barge and the flies plagued us
but it mattered not,
for we performed new works of Corelli,
brought that very morning from Rome.
The Corelli, the day,
the night filled with lights,
and the way I,... |
english/wattsisa/Z300522557 | 855,182 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748 | 1,674 | PSALM 106. v. 1–5. First Part. (L. M.) Praise to God; or, Communion with Saints. | 1,704 | 16 | The Works (1810) | Let songs of honour be addrest: | y | Lyric | 1650-1700 | To God the great, the ever blessed,
Let songs of honour be addressed:
His mercy firm forever stands;
Give him the thanks his love demands.
Who knows the wonders of thy ways?
Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise?
Blessed are the souls that fear thee still,
And pay their duty to thy will.
Remember what thy mercy did
F... |
english-ed2/ep2493/Z300665807 | 775,944 | null | English Poetry | Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892 | 1,823 | A Sunset Adieu. | 1,853 | 92 | Songs and Romances, Etc. By Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1878) | &indent;&indent;Above the roofs of a palatial pile | y | null | 1800-1850 | As slowly tolled the bell, rich evening's hour
Above the roofs of a palatial pile
That rose over terrace gardens in full flower,
Cinctured by many a leafy fount and bower --
Into a chamber of its antique tower,
Where hung a golden censer, perfume plumed,
From arched roof of blackest polished yew,
Evolving ... |
c20-american/am22114/Z300241803 | 967,973 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Carruth, Hayden, 1921- | 1,921 | Return to Love | 1,951 | 17 | null | Shy at first but quick, | null | null | 1900-1950 | Shy at first but quick,
An alien thing in nature
Or lost last season's creature
Come back half well, half sick,
On poor leathern bat wings
Eager and creaking,
Blind still and still seeking
Where the thin sun sings --
Then strong in the array
Of and unhoped for season
That smooths the winter lesion
Of snowbleeding eart... |
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The selection of English-language poems used in the dataset/research linked below (and initially drawn from the Chadwyck-Healey corpus).
SOURCE:
Dataset for "Generative Aesthetics: On the formal stuckness of AI verse"
(Journal of Cultural Analytics_, vol. 10, no. 3, Sept. 2025)
https://culturalanalytics.org/article/id/1036/
https://doi.org/10.7910/DVN/BEQAYG
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