Poems about carriages (21 Poems)
Bridge Over The Aire Book 5 (Barry Tebb Poems)
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire’s side, huge, red With rust, they stand by the Council’s Transpennine Trail opposite the bricked and boarded up Hunslet Mills with trees … Continue reading
Tasker Norcross (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
“Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we in our complacency call ours- Are more or less the same, I leave to you. I should say less. Whether … Continue reading
The Scottish Engineer (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of “Forty-nine”. And the veldt-fire flamed on the hills ahead, Like a blood-red beacon sign. There was word of a fight to … Continue reading
Getting There (Sylvia Plath Poems)
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me — The terrible brains Of Krupp, black muzzles Revolving, the sound Punching out Absence! Like cannon. It is Russia I … Continue reading
An Address to the New Tay Bridge (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array, And your thirteen central girders, which seem to my eye Strong enough all windy storms to defy. And as I gaze … Continue reading
The Burial of the Reverend Gilfillan (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
On the Gilfillan burial day, In the Hill o’ Balgay, It was a most solemn sight to see, Not fewer than thirty thousand people assembled in Dundee, All watching the funeral procession of Gilfillan that day, That death had suddenly … Continue reading
The Death of the Rev. Dr. Wilson (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
‘Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson’s soul fled away; The generous-hearted Dr. had been ailing for some time, But death, with his dart, did pierce the heart of … Continue reading
The Little Match Girl (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl’s heart with woe, Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street, Crying, “Who’ll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy … Continue reading
Ballade of an Omnibus (Amy Levy Poems)
“To see my love suffices me.” –Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms wait; Some seek a fly, on job or hire; Some mount the trotting steed, elate. I envy not the rich … Continue reading
Clouds (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
to find the origin, trace back the manifestations. Tao Between being and non-being barely there these sails of water, ice, air – Indifferent drifters, wandering high on freedom of the homeless Restlessly swithering like ghosts, slithering through substance in puffs … Continue reading