Facets of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Facets of the divine in the triune names of God faces of the gem held in our trembling minds May ...
Poems about gem (31 Poems)
Cherished – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a commodity more precious than this creation to be cherished held for eternity, ever not to be wasted or ...
Discovery (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How aptly named, is discovery, the information the case of the Division Page after page, a catalog of surprises, discoveries ...
The jaffa and jerusalem railway (Eugene Field Poem)
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
The Problem (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Your Riches — taught me — Poverty. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
The Day that I was crowned (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days -- Until the Coronation came -- And then -- ...
One Life of so much Consequence! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I -- for it -- would pay -- My Soul's entire income -- ...
Each Scar I’ll keep for Him (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Each Scar I'll keep for Him Instead I'll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one But ...
A Diamond on the Hand (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Diamond on the Hand To Custom Common grown Subsides from its significance The Gem were best unknown -- Within ...
I held a Jewel in my fingers (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I held a Jewel in my fingers -- And went to sleep -- The day was warm, and winds were ...
Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers (Thomas Carew Poem)
THE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their ...
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 ...
Power (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Power (Aleister Crowley Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The Faded Flower (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on ...
Blue Bell, The (Emily Bronte Poem)
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte (Lord Byron Poem)
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Summum Bonum (Robert Browning Poem)
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth ...
255. Verses to Miss Cruickshank (Robert Burns Poem)
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
12. Song-The Lass of Cessnock Banks (Robert Burns Poem)
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
311. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child (Robert Burns Poem)
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, And ward o' mony a prayer, What heart o' stane wad thou na move, ...
198. Song-Braving Angry Winer’s Storms (Robert Burns Poems)
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering ...
102. To a Mountain Daisy (Robert Burns Poems)
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
323. Epigram on Miss Davies (Robert Burns Poems)
ASK why God made the gem so small? And why so huge the granite?- Because God meant mankind should set ...
To A Mountain Daisy (Robert Burns Poems)
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...