The Shame of Going Back (Henry Lawson Poem)
The Shame of Going Back And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault -- When you haven't got a ...
Poems about rounds (31 Poems)
TO A CHILD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
To the True Romance (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
The Land (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
Follow Me ‘ome (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; An' because it was ...
The Flaâneur (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Inversnaid (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
Long Plighted (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Is it worth while, dear, now, To call for bells, and sally forth arrayed For marriage-rites -- discussed, decried, delayed ...
The Year’s Awakening (Thomas Hardy Poems)
How do you know that the pilgrim track Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds ...
cherries and birds (Rg Gregory Poem)
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
christmas the delinquent (Rg Gregory Poem)
i got nothing last year and i expect nothing this so i've got to find if i'm to be rewarded ...
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 ...
A Gray Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
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, ...
Bojangles And Jo (James A. Emanuel Poem)
Stairstep music: ups, downs, Bill Robinson smiling, jazzdancing the rounds. She raised champagne lips, danced inside banana hips. All Paris ...
Heat (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick ...
I Know A Man (Robert Creeley Poem)
As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,--John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness ...
Clouds (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
299. Sketch-New Year’s Day, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
The Garden Of Love (William Blake Poems)
I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
The Garden of Love (William Blake Poem)
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...