Speech: “Is this a dagger which I see before me” by William Shakespeare (from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth) Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee…
Category: Poem Analysis
The Chambered Nautilus
The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main. The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren…
The Landlord’s Tale. Paul Revere’s Ride
The Landlord’s Tale. Paul Revere’s Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy‑five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that…
Fra Lippo Lippi
Fra Lippo Lippi Robert Browning’s dramatic monologue, “Fra Lippo Lippi,” remains a compelling exploration of artistic expression and the constraints imposed by societal expectations. First published in 1855 as part of his collection, Men and Women, the poem presents a…
The Sick Rose
The Sick Rose by William Blake O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.…
Who Has Seen the Wind?
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the…
To — — –. Ulalume: A Ballad
To Ulalume: A Ballad by Edgar Allan Poe The skies were ashen and sober; The leaves were crisp and sere; They were withering and sere; It was night in the lonely October Of my most immemorial year; It was by…
Carrion Comfort
Carrion Comfort Note: The poem “Carrion Comfort” is not included in Gerard Manley Hopkins’s published works. Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary,…
This Is Just To Say
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold Summary of This…
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways William Wordsworth’s She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways is a poignant elegy, a reflective lament for a beloved woman, often referred to as Lucy, who has passed away. The poem paints a vivid portrait…
Ode on Melancholy
Ode on Melancholy by John Keats No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries,…
An Essay on Man: Epistle I
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Love Among The Ruins
Love Among The Ruins by Robert Browning Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop As they crop— Was the site once…
Song: To Celia
Song: To Celia by Ben Jonson Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth…
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman 1 Flood tide below me! I see you face to face! Clouds of the west, sun there half an hour high, I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired…
The Death of the Hired Man
THE DEATH OF THE HIERED MAN Robert Frost’s narrative poem “The Death of the Hired Man” was first published in 1920 as part of his collection “The Poetry of Robert Frost.” The poem tells the story of Silas, an old…
América
América By Richard Blanco I. Although Tía Miriam boasted she discovered at least half a dozen uses for peanut butter, topping for guava shells in syrup, butter substitute for Cuban toast, hair conditioner and relaxer, Mamá never knew what to…
New Year’s Day
New Year’s Day by Kim Addonizio The rain this morning falls on the last of the snow and will wash it away. I can smell the grass again, and the torn leaves being eased down into the mud. The few…
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27 by Alfred Lord Tennyson I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the…
Concord Hymn
Concord Hymn by Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence…