The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Poems about brutes (31 Poems)
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
March (A. E. Housman Poem)
The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
War Song (John Davidson Poem)
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, (Stephen Crane Poem)
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A ...
Dinner at the Who’s Who (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poems)
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Darkness (Lord Byron Poem)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Dream Song 62: That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears (John Berryman Poem)
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie (Robert Burns Poems)
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie (Robert Burns Poems)
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
27. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie (Robert Burns Poems)
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
280. The Kirk of Scotland’s Alarm: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
How The Favourite Beat Us (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
The Two Devines (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
Tommy Corrigan (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace -- Not one in fifty has the ...
Our New Horse (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor (Ogden Nash Poems)
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Wild With All Regrets (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
A Terre (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
The Hero of Rorke’s Drift (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Twas at the camp of Rorke's Drift, and at tea-time, And busily engaged in culinary operations was a private of ...
The Rebel Surprise Near Tamai (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas on the 22nd of March, in the year 1885, That the Arabs rushed like a mountain torrent in full ...
The Quarry (William Vaughn Moody Poems)
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...