Twin idols (Eugene Field Poem)
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small) That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs ...
Poems about airs (49 Poems)
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poem)
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
The Falcon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Adam Pos’d (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, Cloath'd only in ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
The Song Of The Jellicles (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-- Jellicles come to ...
To The Nightingale (William Drummond Poem)
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights ...
Villanelle Of Spring Bells (Keith Douglas Poem)
Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient ...
Cairo Jag (Keith Douglas Poem)
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
The Bells of Malines (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Elegy XVIII: Love’s Progress (John Donne Poems)
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- It would not sound so deep Were it a ...
‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun If I should spend it here -- Above him is too low a ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture (William Cowper Poems)
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
To the Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
You Are Old, Father William (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly ...
A Culinary Puzzle (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
Self-Congratulation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
A Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
The Wife’s Will (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
How still, how happy! (Emily Bronte Poem)
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...