Ole (Giorgi Leonidze Poems)
1. Lone tree, on a rock by Liakhvi, You stand, clothed in tatters, - Ole, Ole, Solitary, All day and through long nights; Inside something is burning ...
Poems about tambourine (17 Poems)
The Gumsucker’s Dirge (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be,In such doggerel as dejection will allow,We are ...
The Hand-Organ Ball (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
When Twilight her soft robe of shadow spreads down. And hushed is the roar and the din,When Evening is cooling the ...
I Have Come to the Strange Ball (Verse XXII) (Jose Marti Poems)
I have come to the strange ballWhere tails and gaiters abound,And the best hunters the year-roundThe New Year wait to ...
To The Comic Spirit (George Meredith Poems)
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
Napoleon (Billy Bennett Poems)
Hark to the guns, one a penny, two a penny, hotcross buns,Cannons and shells, Bombardier Wells, Looting and shooting, and ...
City Contrasts (Anonymous Americas Poems)
A barefooted child on the crossing,Sweeping the mud away,A lady in silks and diamonds,Proud of the vain display;A beggar blind ...
The Gypsy (Edward Thomas Poems)
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
‘I have come to take your place, sister (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
'I have come to take your place, sister,At the high fire in the forest's heart.Your eyes have grown dull, your ...
Clerihew – Beerbohm Tree (Edmund Clerihew Bentley Poems)
Sir Herbert Beerbohm TreeWould never acceot any feeFor singing The wearing of the Green,Accompanying himself on the tambourine.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
The Gypsy and the Wind (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Leipzig (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
With Lyre (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
with lyre, tambourine we sing praises from on high to the Lord, praises September 26, 2008 haiku (Raymond A. Foss)
Three Marching Songs (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
Stans Puer ad Mensam (Sir Walter Raleigh Poems)
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due ...
The Mylora Elopement (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
DARKIES (John Lindley Poems)
"I'd rather make $700 a week playing a maid than earn $7 a day being a maid". Hattie McDaniel. I'm ...