Ed (Eugene Field Poem)
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
Poems about heap (51 Poems)
t of the Fifth Scene in the Second Act of Athalia (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
The Onset (Robert Frost Poem)
Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be ...
After Apple-Picking (Robert Frost Poem)
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
God Needs Antonio (George Eliot Poem)
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Alphonso Of Castile (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter (Michael Drayton Poem)
To nothing fitter can I thee compare Than to the son of some rich penny-father, Who, having now brought on ...
The Sleepers (William Henry Davies Poem)
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
The Heap of Rags (William Henry Davies Poem)
One night when I went down Thames' side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me ...
Your Hay It Is Mow’d, And Your Corn Is Reap’d (John Dryden Poems)
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
Song For Saint Cecilia’s Day, 1687 (John Dryden Poems)
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Encouragement (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You ...
Tools for life (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
Preamble (A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica) (Jean Cocteau Poem)
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
To Emily Dickinson (Hart Crane Poem)
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
There was a man and a woman (Stephen Crane Poem)
i There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishment All upon the ...
The ocean said to me once (Stephen Crane Poem)
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go ...
Tema con Variazioni (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Directions (Billy Collins Poem)
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
The Man Born to Farming (Wendell Berry Poem)
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
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 ...