A Spring Rain Song (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was hidden in the nascent emerging buds of the lilac branches, singing his ornate, urgent, compelling song to the ...
Poems about buds (44 Poems)
Suds for the aphids (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foamy cure for a garden crisis a rose bush, individual buds encased in a moving mass a living second ...
Little John (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He's there, Little John to the other's Robin Buds enjoying the vibe The stalwart second to Marian's call and Robin's ...
A Solitary Sentry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frozen in place, a messenger of late summer standing, at attention, bowed a bit at the end of winter having ...
Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River (Tu Fu Poem)
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
Spring Pools (Robert Frost Poem)
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, ...
A Winter Eden (Robert Frost Poem)
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Two Lovers (George Eliot Poem)
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
Spring in the South (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
Acon (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail ...
You cannot make Remembrance grow (Emily Dickinson Poem)
You cannot make Remembrance grow When it has lost its Root -- The tightening the Soil around And setting it ...
If I should cease to bring a Rose (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, 'Twill be because beyond the Rose I have ...
Angels, in the early morning (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying -- Do ...
Strawberries again today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Verses from the Shepherds’ Hymn (Richard Crashaw Poems)
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
From the Dark Tower (Countee Cullen Poem)
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
The nymph’s reply to the shepherd (John Bodenham Poems)
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
Cornish Cliffs (John Betjeman Poem)
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
At Variance (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate's headgear ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I Will Not Let Thee Go (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summed up so, Quit ...
Blue Bell, The (Emily Bronte Poem)
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
The Yellow Violet (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
One Day (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
The Black Lace Fan My Mother Gave Me (Eavan Boland Poem)
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...