The Dog And His Master (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
The Lamp burns sure -- within -- Tho' Serfs -- supply the Oil -- It matters not the busy Wick ...
Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects ...
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
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