Bomb (Gregory Corso Poems)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
Poems about acme (16 Poems)
Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Love – Lover) (Henry Baker Poems)
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
Hans Carvel (Matthew Prior Poems)
Hans Carvel, impotent and old,Married a lass of London mould.Handsome? Enough; extremely gay;Loved music, company, and play:High flights she had, ...
A Leap Year Episode (Hattie Howard Poems)
Such oranges! so fresh and sweet, So large and lovely--and so cheap! They lay in one delicious heap, And added to the sumptuous ...
Point Balbianello (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
From Lake Como's depths ascending,With embankments steepStands a wooded headland, bendingWith majestic sweepTill its rugged shores, expanding,Join two charming bays,Now, ...
Kindred Spirits (Jared Barhite Poems)
Oh, give me some heart of a kindred spirit That smiles when I smile, or that weeps when I weep, Whose solace ...
A New Suit (Hattie Howard Poems)
The artist and the loom unseen, In textures soft as _crepe de chine_ Spring weaves her royal robe of green, With grasses fringed ...
Letters Of The Unliving (Mina Loy Poems)
The present implies presencethusunauthorized by the presentthese letters are left authorless --have lost all originsince the inscribing handlost life.The harshness ...
Little Son (Georgia Douglas Johnson Poems)
The very acme of my woe,The pivot of my pride,My consolation, and my hopeDeferred, but not denied.The substance of my ...
Metabole. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
[Day Dreams] (Alexander Bethune Poems)
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
A Bushman’s Love (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
You say we bushmen cannot love-Our lives are too prosaic: henceWe lose or lack that finer senseThat raises some few ...
In A Cafe (Francis Ledwidge Poems)
Kiss the maid and pass her round,Lips like hers were made for many.Our loves are far from us to-night,But these ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
A Dream of the Melbourne Cup (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...