The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Poems about anxiously (28 Poems)
Landscape of a Pissing Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
On Living (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
I Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example-- I mean without ...
She Hears The Storm (Thomas Hardy Poem)
There was a time in former years-- While my roof-tree was his-- When I should have been distressed by fears ...
DEDICATION. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
My Lamp Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I wish I could say boldly, with confidence, that my heart was prepared my lamp ready for the return of ...
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 ...
The Muleteer (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
The Old Man’s Calendar (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
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, ...
The Monks Of Catalonia (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Cobbler (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WE'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name; A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame; But ...
Neighbour Peter’s Mare (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Nicaise (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
Feronde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
Friar Philip’s Geese (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
Joconde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Mountains of Delight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
Tz’u No. 6 (Waiting For You) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Red Lips" Lonely in my secluded chamber, A thousand sorrows fill every inch of my sensitive ...
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 ...
Upon the road of my life (Stephen Crane Poem)
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, ...
The Voice (Matthew Arnold Poem)
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
The Silent Shearer (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
A Letter From the Front (Sir Henry Newbolt Poems)
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
The Character Of Holland (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...