The Wizard Way, by Aleister Crowley
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...
Animal Poems
Accuse Me Not, Beseech Thee, That I Wear, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too...
And Therefore If to Love Can Be Desert, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am ...
And Wilt Thou Have Me Fashion Into Speech, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The ...
An Apprehension, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
Con...
An August Voice, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I YOU'LL take back your Grand Duke?
I made th...
Comfort, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
F...
A Court Lady, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I HER hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with...
Discontent, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruf...
Exaggeration, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
WE overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagi...
If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
A...
Irreparableness, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
And gat...
I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the ...
The Look, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
THE Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word--
No...
Pain in Pleasure, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A THOUGHT lay like a flower upon mine heart,
...
Pardon, Oh, Pardon, That My Soul Should Make, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make...
A Tale of Villafranca, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I My little son, my Florentine,
Sit down be...
Thou Comest! All Is Said Without a Word, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou comest! All is said without a word.
I sit...
Thou Hast Thy Calling to Some Palace-Floor, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
M...
To George Sand: A Desire, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man,...
The Affliction of Margaret, by William Wordsworth
I Where art thou, my beloved Son,
Where ar...
Alice Fell; or, Poverty, by William Wordsworth
The post-boy drove with fierce career,
For th...
Anecdote for Fathers, by William Wordsworth
I have a boy of five years old;
His face is f...
Beggars, by William Wordsworth
She had a tall man's height or more;
Her face...
The Blind Highland Boy, by William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...