Melancholy (John Fletcher Poem)
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in ...
Poems about folded (51 Poems)
Hence, All You Vain Delights from the Nice Valour (John Fletcher Poem)
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
In Memoriam: Four Poets (Robert Francis Poem)
1 Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave ...
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow (Robert Duncan Poem)
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a made place, that ...
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
A Green Crab’s Shell (Mark Doty Poems)
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
At Baia (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
A Word dropped careless on a Page (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie ...
This House Which Is Lived In (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
Forsaken promises (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
A Friend Sends Her Perfumed Carriage (Li Ching Chao Poem)
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife (Richard Crashaw Poem)
TO these whom death again did wed This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could ...
Prayer (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Fruit of the Flower (Countee Cullen Poem)
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part I ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Madmen (Billy Collins Poem)
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
From A German War Primer (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
Mary and Gabriel (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Day That I Have Loved (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
Unfortunate (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
The Lover in Hell (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...