The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Poems about owns (31 Poems)
The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they ...
Examination at the Womb-Door (Ted Hughes Poem)
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
Freedoms Plow (Langston Hughes Poem)
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
sacked (Rg Gregory Poem)
fog owns the town in its palm lawyers nibble each other's fingers the churches take their cut at the fat ...
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The Old Man’s Calendar (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Storm Fear (Robert Frost Poem)
WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, ...
Story (Stephen Dunn Poem)
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
A Greeting (William Henry Davies Poem)
Good morning, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, ...
I cannot want it more — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cannot want it more -- I cannot want it less -- My Human Nature's fullest force Expends itself on ...
The Happy Change (William Cowper Poem)
How bless'd Thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word, The ...
Jehovah Jesus (William Cowper Poem)
My song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name ...
The Atheist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
The Atheist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Dedication (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Inscribed to a Dear Child: In Memory of Golden Summer Hours And Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
199. Song-My Peggy’s Charms (Robert Burns Poems)
MY Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, The frost of hermit Age might warm; My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind, Might ...
324. Song-The Charms of Lovely Davies (Robert Burns Poems)
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
454. Epistle from Esopus to Maria (Robert Burns Poems)
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
201. Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787 (Robert Burns Poems)
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
92. Suppressed Stanzas of “The Vision” (Robert Burns Poems)
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...