Astræ (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Poems about hurry (51 Poems)
Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
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 ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
Longfellow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Why should we hurry — why indeed? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Why should we hurry -- why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No respite ...
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- I feel the old desire -- A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A ...
Her final Summer was it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her final Summer was it -- And yet We guessed it not -- If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought ...
Except the smaller size (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Except the smaller size No lives are round -- These -- hurry to a sphere And show and end -- ...
After the Sun comes out (Emily Dickinson Poem)
After the Sun comes out How it alters the World -- Waggons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old -- ...
A throe upon the features (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A throe upon the features -- A hurry in the breath -- An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" -- An ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today -- I know it, by the numb look ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Just wasn’t right (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid upon an inside stall where you can go, quite unlike ...
Rivers of Canada (Bliss Carman Poem)
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
Ithaka (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part VI ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
But my Hiawatha's patience, His politeness and his patience, Unaccountably had vanished, And he left that happy party. Neither did ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VII ( Sad Souvenaunce ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
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 ...
Echoes (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The Walrus And The Carpenter (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Autumn Birds (John Clare Poem)
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The house where I was born (05) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order (John Betjeman Poem)
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...