TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Poems about ungrateful (28 Poems)
Alexandreis. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
Farmer, Dying (Richard Hugo Poem)
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
The Transparent Man (Anthony Hecht Poem)
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Love (George Herbert Poem)
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow ...
Love (III) (George Herbert Poem)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
owl power (Rg Gregory Poem)
they say in the local sanctuary owls are the stupidest creatures all this wisdom business is the mythological media at ...
Happy for My Neighbor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If I were one of the workers those toiling in the field how would I feel about my neighbor who ...
God’s Sustaining Love (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Even when demanding ungrateful, desperate our father faithful providing for our needs God's sustaining love in ways surprising living water, ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Another Imitation Of Anacreon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept Against my wont. A little child Awoke me as he gently crept And ...
To A Husband (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
This is to the crown and blessing of my life, The much loved husband of a happy wife; To him ...
Sonnet XXII: Love, Banish’d Heav’n (Michael Drayton Poems)
Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn, Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary, And wanting friends, though of ...
To My Dear Friend Mr. Congreve On His Commedy Call’d The Double Dealer (John Dryden Poems)
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor! (John Dryden Poem)
Farewell, ungrateful traitor! Farewell, my perjur'd swain! Let never injur'd woman Believe a man again. The pleasure of possessing Surpasses ...
The Faded Flower (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
154. Lines Inscribed under Fergusson’s Portrait (Robert Burns Poems)
CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleased, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure. O thou, my ...
Sonnet 08 – What can I give thee back, O liberal (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine ...
Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms (William Blake Poems)
`Now Art has lost its mental charms France shall subdue the world in arms.' So spoke an Angel at my ...
Argus (Alexander Pope Poems)
When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, Arrived at last, poor, ...
The Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
The Death of Fred Marsden, the American Playwright (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
The Nithsdale Widow and Her Son (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
Damon The Mower (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...