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, ...
Poems about striding (30 Poems)
Träumerei (Philip Larkin Poem)
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
Hiawatha’s Wooing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
The Song of Hiawatha: X (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Blessing The Cornfields (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Redbud Trail – Winter (James Lee Jobe Poem)
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level ...
from crossing the line (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
THE YELPERS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
OUR rides in all directions bend, For business or for pleasure, Yet yelpings on our steps attend, And barkings without ...
Goliath and David (Robert Graves Poem)
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
As if in Dressage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The canter of the deer out in the bare wood reminding me of the pictures on the TV The bright ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Stand Fast! (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
We see — Comparatively — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We see -- Comparatively -- The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided -- Yesterday -- ...
A single Screw of Flesh (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Gloomily the Clouds (Anne Bronte Poem)
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Of the Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips (John Berryman Poem)
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
183. Verses Written with a Pencil at the Inn at Kenmore (Robert Burns Poem)
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
Victory (Adrienne Rich Poems)
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
Gentleness Stirred (Nimah Nawwab Poems)
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
Tamerlane (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
The Wanderer (John Masefield Poems)
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...