Fergus Falling (Galway Kinnell Poem)
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
Poems about bland (31 Poems)
The Legend of Mirth (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
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 ...
London Voluntaries IV: Out of the Poisonous East (William Ernest Henley Poem)
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
If I Were King (William Ernest Henley Poem)
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies of time and chance are seldom clear, We would ...
Old Deuteronomy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
The Pig (Roald Dahl Poem)
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
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 ...
Why should we hurry — why indeed? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Why should we hurry -- why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No respite ...
They talk as slow as Legends grow (Emily Dickinson Poem)
They talk as slow as Legends grow No mushroom is their mind But foliage of sterility Too stolid for the ...
Power is a familiar growth — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Power is a familiar growth -- Not foreign -- not to be -- Beside us like a bland Abyss In ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
My Fancy (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were A least ...
For The Twentieth Century (Frank Bidart Poem)
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
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 ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The City Planners (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
The Man Who Was Away (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones ...
Lorelei (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
The Wargeilah Handicap (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
To One Departed (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
Seraph! thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea - Some ocean vexed as ...
Muskaan – A Poem (John Matthew Poems)
When she smiles she sends happiness A million pleasant thrills of the heart To parched souls thirsting for love In ...
The Burial of Mr. Gladstone (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
Paradise Lost: Book 05 (John Milton Poems)
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Paradise Lost: Book 09 (John Milton Poems)
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Week-Night Service (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...