Clear, with Light, Variable Winds (Amy Lowell Poem)
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
Poems about shuddered (28 Poems)
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
The Famine (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
The Wreck of the Hesperus (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The Haunted House (Thomas Hood Poem)
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
My Cicely (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
Death & Fame (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Her Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the ...
The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Sex With A Famous Poet (Denise Duhamel Poem)
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
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 ...
Tsushima Screen (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize in the ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Failure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the ...
Going Back to School (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
Dream Song 52: Silent Song (John Berryman Poem)
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix (Robert Browning Poem)
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
The Sonnets To Orpheus: I (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
A tree ascended there. Oh pure transendence! Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear! And all things hushed. ...
His Dream Of The Skyland (Li Po Poems)
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
A Real Motorcycle (Erin Moure Poems)
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
Something Has Fallen (Philip Levine Poems)
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...