Poems about pitted (21 Poems)
A Story Of Carn Brea – Book First (John Harris Poems)
ARGUMENT. THE Poem opens with an Allusion to bright Gems and noble Minds often shining amid Rubbish and Barrenness-Song of the Moorland Maiden-The Author’s Love of Nature-His County his Copy-Book-The Horsemen-Carn Brea-Rain Storm-Cottage on a Rock-Burial of a Christian-Sabbath Evening … Continue reading
The Death Of President Lincoln (Joseph Furphy Poems)
(A Romance.) December 11th, 1867. The fleecy clouds had passed awayBefore the bright approach of day,And now the morning’s radiance shinesUpon an Army’s order’d lines,And light the glancing sunbeams play’dOn bayonet point and sabre-blade.Slow rolled the ponderous mass along -A … Continue reading
The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day (John Clare Poems)
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the window glassAnd unfelt tempests howl and beatAbove his head in corner seatAnd musing oer the changing sceneFarmers behind the tavern … Continue reading
A Meeting Of The Birds (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
OF a thousand queer meetings, both great, sir, and smallThe bird-party I sing of seemed oddest of all! How they come to assemble–a multiform show–From all parts of the earth, is–well–more than I know. I only Can vow that, one … Continue reading
Ah Ling, The Leper (Edward George Dyson Poems)
UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slimeOf a brave and blusterous city met its misery and crime,In a hovel reeking pestilence, and noisome as the grave,Dwelt Ah Ling, the Chinese joiner, and the sweater’s willing … Continue reading
The Birthday Party (Josephine Jacobsen Poems)
The sounds are the sea, breaking out of sight,and down the green slope the children’s voicesthat celebrate the fact of being eight. One too few chairs are for desperate forces:when the music hushes, the children dropinto their arms, except for … Continue reading
The Broken Soldier (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He’s but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind,But the soul they could not harm goes singing like the lark, Like the incarnate Joy that will not be confined. The Lady at … Continue reading
Thought’s End (Leonie Adams Poems)
I’d watched the hills drink the last colour of light,All shapes grow bright and wane on the pale air,Till down the traitorous east there came the nightAnd swept the circle of my seeing bare;Its intimate beauty like a wanton’s veilTore … Continue reading
An Old Workman (Lola Ridge Poems)
Warped. gland-dry.With spine askewAnd body shrunken into half its space.Well-used as some cracked paving-stone.Bearing on his grimed and pitted frontA stamp. as of innumerable feet. (Lola Ridge)
Tale IV (George Crabbe Poems)
PROCRASTINATION. Love will expire–the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff’rence, or esteem:Some favour’d pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor sigh for raptures in a state of rest;Others, ill match’d, with minds unpair’d, repentAt once the deed, and know … Continue reading