The “William P. Frye” (Jeanne Robert Foster Poems)
I saw her first abreast the Boston Light At anchor; she had just come in, turned head, And sent her hawsers creaking, ...
Poems about bellying (21 Poems)
On Poetic Composition (John Roderigo Dos Passos Poems)
There was a king in China.He sat in a garden under a moon of goldwhile a black slave scratched his ...
The William P. Frye (Jeanne Robert Foster Poems)
I saw her first abreast the Boston LightAt anchor; she had just come in, turned head,And sent her hawsers creaking, ...
Lines to a Don (Hilaire Belloc Poems)
Remote and ineffectual DonThat dared attack my Chesterton,With that poor weapon, half-impelled,Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,Unworthy for a tilt with men—Your ...
Biography (Max Harris Poems)
I am deciphered by the black waters,union, and terrorist surge avid in my fields,sun my god, the purpose love,and the ...
The Broken Drouth (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
It seemed the listening forest held its breath Before some vague and unapparent form Of fear, approaching with the wings of death, On ...
A Sailor’s Song (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
Oh for the breath of the briny deep, And the tug of the bellying sail, With the sea-gull's cry across the sky And ...
To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster (Francis Thompson Poems)
I will not perturbateThy Paradisal stateWith praiseOf thy dead days;To the new-heavened say, -"Spirit, thou wert fine clay:"This do,Thy praise ...
In A Time Of Dearth (Amy Lowell Poems)
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
A Ballad Of The Time (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
A man there was, called — what you will; he came of an ancient breed:Sprung from the loins of the ...
Masefield, Poet And Man (C J Dennis Poems)
He comes as a man who has lived 'mid men With the gloss and the polish off;And truth flows free ...
Lines To A Steamboat (George MacDonald Poems)
Dark stranger on the teeming map of fateFabric, that seem'st a thing alike apartFrom aught that nature or that art ...
Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
With Scindia to Delphi (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
La Nuit Blanche (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
Lot’s Wife (Anthony Hecht Poems)
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, ...
Lines to a Don (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
Song of the Exposition. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
The Seasons: Winter (James Thomson Poems)
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Canto I (Ezra Pound Poems)
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up ...