William Shakespeare No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell; Nay, if you…
Since there is no escape, since at the end My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have loved a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed; Since there is no escape even for…
Slow days have passed that make a year, Slow hours that make a day, Since I could take my first dear love And kiss him the old way; Yet the green leaves touch me on the cheek, Dear Christ, this…
Why I love the silence of the moon, a sweetly dark, beautifuly written, describes some fundamental attributes of the moon, patient and silent companion of the insomniac lover’s misfortunes but also of his fleeting moments of joy. The moon, according…
When sadness subjugates us, the rest of the universe is excluded. Algernon Swinburne will not attempt to comfort us, let alone return us to our everyday cosmos. Sadness, one of Swinburne’s most brilliant poems, does not prophesy a better future,…
Requiem is a gothic poem by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson, published in the 1890 anthology: Underwoods. It is a short, simple, and intensely musical poem. The interesting thing about Requiem, apart from being one of Robert Louis Stevenson’s best…
War poetry that touches us deeply in a period of serious turmoil that takes us back to dark, almost forgotten ages. SONGS AND ROMANCES OF ABSENCES Through the streets I leave something I’m picking up: pieces of my life come…
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow,…
Her lips began to scorch, That juice was wormwood to her tongue, She loath’d the feast: Writhing as one possess’d she leap’d and sung, Rent all her robe, and wrung Her hands in lamentable haste, And beat her breast. Her…
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart…
