That Little Blue Roan (Bruce Kiskaddon Poems)
Most all of your boys have rode horses like that.He wasn't too thin but he never got fat.The old breed ...
Poems about bedded (21 Poems)
The Happy Flatite (Edward Dyson Poems)
We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three.At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he.He had ...
A Cattle Range At Night (Earl Alonzo Brininstool Poems)
The prairie zephyrs have dropped to rest,And the dust-clouds settle down;The sun dips low in the golden west,O'er the mesa ...
The Lonely Old Fellow (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The roses are bedded for winter, the tulips are planted for spring;The robins and martins have left us; there are ...
Hiawatha’s Childhood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Ode To Psyche (John Keats Poem)
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Bait (John Donne Poem)
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal ...
Sonnet (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy ...
To The River Otter (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
402. Song-Meg o’ the Mill (Another Version) (Robert Burns Poems)
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? ...
We Two-How Long We were Fool’d. (Walt Whitman Poems)
WE two-how long we were fool'd! Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature-long have we been ...
Audley Court (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
Hobo (Robert William Service Poems)
A father's pride I used to know, A mother's love was mine; For swinish husks I let them go, And ...
Shakespeare And Cervantes (Robert William Service Poems)
Obit 23rd April 1616 Is it not strange that on this common date, Two titans of their age, aye of ...
Sleep (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Do you give yourself to me utterly, Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly, ...
To a Poet (Claude McKay Poems)
There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment's merriment, ...