The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Poems about beg (51 Poems)
An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell (John Dryden Poem)
Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the ...
The Token (John Donne Poem)
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
Elegy XVI: On His Mistress (John Donne Poem)
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved (John Donne Poem)
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
The Canonization (John Donne Poem)
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey ...
Television (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
“Mike Teavee…” (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
You’ll know Her — by Her Foot — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
The face I carry with me — last (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The face I carry with me -- last -- When I go out of Time -- To take my Rank ...
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, Nor beg, with Domains in my Pocket -- (Emily Dickinson)
It came his turn to beg — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It came his turn to beg -- The begging for the life Is different from another Alms 'Tis Penury in ...
A precious — mouldering pleasure — ’tis (Emily Dickinson Poems)
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
Night’s sentinel (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
A Divine Mistress (Thomas Carew Poem)
In Nature's pieces still I see Some error that might mended be; Something my wish could still remove, Alter or ...
Song (Lady Mary Chudleigh Poem)
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg's not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile's ...
Abuse of the Gospel (William Cowper Poem)
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Saturday’s Child (Countee Cullen Poems)
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
Prologue (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part I ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said, "Did you hear what I told you just now? "Excuse me ...
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
How To Get On In Society (John Betjeman Poem)
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
Says Mister Doojabs (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my ...