Recessional (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
God of our fathers, known of old -- Lord of our far-flung battle line -- Beneath whose awful hand we ...
Poems about builds (31 Poems)
Recessional (A Victorian Ode) (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
God of our fathers, known of old -- Lord of our far-flung battle line -- Beneath whose awful hand we ...
To The Stone-Cutters (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
IN THE PICTURE GALLERY (Henrik Ibsen Poem)
WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She ...
A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON (Robert Herrick Poem)
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
Up between the Dormers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
Dust on the Pictures (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Memories fade, distances grow, dust builds on the pictures, the moment of our lives accumulate, separate our pasts from our ...
Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poem)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
The way Hope builds his House (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The way Hope builds his House It is not with a sill -- Nor Rafter -- has that Edifice But ...
Dust is the only Secret (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." ...
Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
A Song: When June is Past, the Fading Rose (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
A Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask Me No More (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
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 ...
In the Holy Nativity of our Lord (Richard Crashaw Poem)
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Farewell (John Clare Poem)
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
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 ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
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 ...
Home Thoughts, From Abroad (Robert Browning Poem)
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
Syringa (John Ashbery Poem)
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
The Clod & The Pebble (William Blake Poems)
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...