The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Poems about trails (28 Poems)
Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The Song of the Little Hunter (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through ...
The Song of the Dead (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
The Explorer (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Hurt Hawks (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
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 ...
A Lover’s Call XXVII (Khalil Gibran Poems)
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
Lolotte, Who Attires My Hair (Jessie Redmon Fauset Poem)
Lolotte, who attires my hair, Lost her lover. Lolotte weeps; Trails her hand before her eyes; Hangs her head and ...
A Cloud of Strawberry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Open the windows, air out the house a cloud of strawberry, spreading filling, living, growing, moving from room to room ...
Snow in the Trees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
Little-oh dear (Eugene Field Poem)
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
The Forerunners (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
Song of a Train (John Davidson Poem)
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
The Constellations (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
REVERSIBILITY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
Cape Breton (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Santa Fe In Winter (Deborah Ager Poem)
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Night (O you whose countenance) (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved in deepness, hovers above my face. You who are the heaviest counterweight to my ...
The Rape of the Lock (Alexander Pope Poems)
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 (Alexander Pope Poems)
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
The Rains (Philip Levine Poems)
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...