Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- Buccaneers of Buzz. Ride abroad in ostentation And subsist on Fuzz. Fuzz ordained ...
Poems about bees (51 Poems)
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer (Emily Dickinson Poem)
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show -- So fairy -- so fictitious The individuals do ...
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery ...
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come. The lower metres of the ...
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until ...
We should not mind so small a flower (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We should not mind so small a flower -- Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back ...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies And Lads and Girls -- Was laughter and ability and Sighing And Frocks ...
The Grass so little has to do (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
It’s all I have to bring today (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It's all I have to bring today -- This, and my heart beside -- This, and my heart, and all ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
If I should die, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I should die, And you should live -- And time should gurgle on -- And morn should beam -- ...
The Summer I Was Sixteen (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
The Deluge (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, ...
The Latest School (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
See the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous vitality. Over Baden and ...
Elegy In A Country Churchyard (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Benlomond (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Inscription For A Fountain On A Heath (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
Work Without Hope (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
The Loss of Love (Countee Cullen Poem)
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Winter’s Spring (John Clare Poems)
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Nostalgia (Billy Collins Poem)
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
Death (Emily Bronte Poem)
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
After a Tempest (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...