Poems about transpire (10 Poems)
A child said, What is the grass? (Walt Whitman Poems)
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what itis any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, … Continue reading
The Galloping Squire (George J Whyte Melville Poems)
Come, I’ll show you a country that none can surpass, For a flyer to cross like a bird on the wing,We have acres of woodland and oceans of grass,We have game in the autumn and cubs in the spring, We … Continue reading
The Wanderer (Alan Seeger Poems)
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires and architraves To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut, And roused by street-cries in strange tongues when day Flooded with gold … Continue reading
The Lesson (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end of good. Not on a single issue, or in one direction or twain, But conclusively, comprehensively, … Continue reading
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS,CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM (Robert Herrick Poem)
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA– Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, Let our souls fly to th’ shades, wherever springs Sit smiling in the meads; where balm and oil, Roses and … Continue reading
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention may admit; But diff’rent ’tis with what historick writ; Posterity demands that truth should then Inspire relation, and direct the … Continue reading
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch’t with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; our Good: Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood: The Name of All our Lives and Loves. Hearken, And Help, ye holy … Continue reading
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed Gorgon on the breast,— One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair, As … Continue reading
The Wanderer (Alan Seeger Poems)
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires and architraves To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut, And roused by street-cries in strange tongues when day Flooded with gold … Continue reading
If This Were Faith (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask nor hope nor hire, Nut in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the dusk, Nor life beyond death: … Continue reading