Poems about pitted (21 Poems)
Resurrection (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Down at Devine’s Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships coming and going,Rattle of cranes and winches, sirens blowing,Racket of ships in drydock, bawled commands,And scraps of sailor speech from … Continue reading
How Katie Saved The Train (Emma Alice Browne Poems)
The floods were out. Far as the boundOf sight was one stupendous roundOf flat and sluggish crawling water!As, from a slowly drowning rise,She looked abroad with startled eyes,The engineer’s intrepid daughter.Far as her straining eyes could see,The seething, swoolen TombigbeeOutspread … Continue reading
To Miss Mary Bain (David John Scott Poems)
My cousin fair, dear Mary B,Excuse my long neglect I pray,And pardon too, the homely strain,In which I sing this rustic lay. My muse and I are sorted ill,I’m in my yellow leaf and sere;While she is young and ardent … Continue reading
Sold Foreign (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
In Lady Dock, in Lady Dock, the ships from far and wideLay down their loads of fragrant deals the dusky sheds beside,And there come in, a dwindling few, the old ships year by yearThat bore the grain from Frisco Bay, … Continue reading
Home Thoughts in Laventie (E Wyndham Tennant Poems)
“Green gardens in Laventie! Soldiers only know the street Where the mud is churned and splashed about By battle-wending feet; And yet beside one stricken house there is a glimpse of grass- Look for it when you pass. Beyond the … Continue reading
The Glory (Edward Thomas Poems)
The glory of the beauty of the morning, -The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;The blackbird that has found it, and the doveThat tempts me on to something sweeter than love;White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;The heat, … Continue reading
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind The distant town was black, and sharp … Continue reading
The Glory (Edward Thomas Poems)
The glory of the beauty of the morning, – The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the dove That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair … Continue reading
His Boys (Robert William Service Poems)
“I’m going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don’t make any noise. There’s Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of a bomb away. I’ve fixed the note to your collar, you’ve got to get back to my Boys, You’ve got … Continue reading
The Mayor of Gary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I ASKED the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week. And the Mayor of Gary answered more workmen steal time on the job in Gary than any other place in the United States. “Go into the … Continue reading