A Walk To Pamphy Linns (Alexander Anderson Poems)
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
Poems about schoolboys (20 Poems)
The Driver (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
A Phenomenal Fauna (Carolyn Wells Poems)
THE REG'LAR LARKThe Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird;At sunrise often may his voice be heardAs jauntily he wends ...
The Princess (The Conclusion) (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
"So closed our tale, of which I give you allThe random scheme as wildly as it rose:The words are mostly ...
The Spelling Bee At Angels (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,And drop them books and first ...
The Babes In The Woods (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(BIG PINE FLAT, 1871)"Something characteristic," eh? Humph! I reckon you mean by thatSomething that happened in our way, Here at ...
The Invitation: To Tom Hughes (Charles Kingsley Poems)
Come away with me, Tom,Term and talk are done;My poor lads are reaping,Busy every one.Curates mind the parish,Sweepers mind the ...
The Blue-Bird (Alexander Wilson Poems)
"WHEN winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown-furrowed fields reappearing, The fishermen hauling their ...
Logogriph (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
For man's support I came at first from earth,But man perverts the purpose of my birth;Beneath his plastic hand new ...
The Months (Anonymous British Poems)
January.Lo, my fair! the morning lazyPeeps abroad from yonder hill; Phoebus rises, red and hazy;Frost has stopp'd the village mill.February.All ...
Sandy Macleod (Alice Cary Poems)
When I think of the weary nights and daysOf poor, hard-working folk, alwaysI see, with his head on his bosom ...
Gone, Gone Again (Edward Thomas Poems)
Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, ...
Words (Charles Harpur Poems)
Words are deeds. The words we hearMay revolutionize or rearA mighty state. The words we readMay be a spiritual deedExcelling ...
The Sun Rising (John Donne Poem)
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
A feather from the Whippoorwill (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting -- sings! Whose galleries -- are Sunrise -- Whose Opera -- the Springs ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
A Ramble in St. James’s Park (John Wilmot Poems)
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
The Princess (The Conclusion) (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
A Description of the Morning (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had ...
Home Thoughts (Claude McKay Poems)
Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city's noises, I must think ...