The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about hums (31 Poems)
An Embroidery (Denise Levertov Poem)
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
The Star of Australasia (Henry Lawson Poem)
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
Dead March (Weldon Kees Poem)
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
First Love (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
At his incipient sun The ice of twenty winters broke, Crackling, in her eyes. Her mirroring, still mind, That held ...
Buddha at Kamakura (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1892 "And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura" Oye who treated the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The Recruit (A. E. Housman Poem)
Leave your home behind, lad, And reach your friends your hand, And go, and luck go with you While Ludlow ...
Valenciennes (Thomas Hardy Poem)
By Corporal Tullidge. See "The Trumpet-Major" In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184- WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, ...
EXPLANATION OF AN ANTIQUE GEM, (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A YOUNG fig-tree its form lifts high Within a beauteous garden; And see, a goat is sitting by. As if ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
Magna Carta (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
After Long Drought (Mark van Doren Poem)
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
Come slowly — Eden! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Winter Nightfall (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
The Gladness of Nature (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
It Takes a While to Disappear (Ralph Angel Poem)
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
The Little Park Planted (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
325. Song-What can a Young Lassie do wi’ an Auld Man? (Robert Burns Poems)
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
147. Address to a Haggis (Robert Burns Poems)
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
68. The Holy Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Little Pierre’s Song (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
Oh! Doubt Me Not (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh! doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Holy Day (Philip Levine Poems)
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
The Unknowable (Philip Levine Poems)
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Montjuich (Philip Levine Poems)
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...