Skip to content
ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students
Poetry Library

— Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

…

Read full poem →

noun

(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

“Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.”

Know more →

SYLVIA, A FRAGMENT.

20 lines
Alexander Pope·1688–1744
✦
ylvia my heart in wondrous wise alarm'dAwed without sense, and without beauty charm'd:But some odd graces and some flights she had,Was just not ugly, and was just not mad:Her tongue still ran on credit from her eyes,More pert than witty, more a wit than wise:Good-nature, she declared it, was her scorn,Though 'twas by that alone she could be borne:Affronting all, yet fond of a good name;A fool to pleasure, yet a slave to fame:Now coy, and studious in no point to fall,Now all agog for D----y at a ball:Now deep in Taylor, and the Book of Martyrs,Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres. Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;But every woman's in her soul a rake.Frail, feverish sex; their fit now chills, now burns:Atheism and superstition rule by turns;And a mere heathen in the carnal part,Is still a sad good Christian at her heart.
✦