Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Poems about lacked (29 Poems)
Russia To The Pacifists (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1918 God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, But--leave your sports a little while--the dead are borne this ...
The Last of the Light Brigade (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
A Performance Of Henry V At Stratford-Upon-Avon (Elizabeth Jennings Poem)
Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat. I came Into cool night rescued from rainy ...
Love (George Herbert Poem)
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow ...
confessions of a fool (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not ...
He Had Compassion for Them (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like sheep without a shepherd wandering in the wilderness, seeking following him, even as he crossed the lake He had ...
Don’t Move the Bales (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Archery is meant for fields, for forest for targets, for skill which we lacked and we had loose bales easily ...
The Census-Taker (Robert Frost Poem)
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Not any more to be lacked — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Not any more to be lacked -- Not any more to be known -- Denizen of Significance For a span ...
Terra nullis ignorata (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
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 ...
PROMISE (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Sonnet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
III. The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Rupert Brooke – Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
1914 III: The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
MYSTIC LADY…. (Siddharth Anand Poem)
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
Quies (Ezra Pound Poems)
This is another of our ancient loves. Pass and be silent, Rullus, for the day Hath lacked a something since ...
The Quality Of Sprawl (Les Murray Poems)
Sprawl is the quality of the man who cut down his Rolls-Royce into a farm utility truck, and sprawl is ...
The Father of the Predicaments (Heather McHugh Poems)
He came at night to each of us asleep And trained us in the virtues we most lacked. Me he ...
The Victor Dog (James Merrill Poems)
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
The Suicide (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
In Black Despair (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
In grayish doubt and black despair, I drafted hymns to the earth and the air, pretending to joy, although I ...
Rita Matlock Gruenberg (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys, And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six, Here is your little Rita ...
Acknowledgment. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...