The Death of Robin Hood (Eugene Field Poem)
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
Poems about bury (34 Poems)
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Sand Dunes (Robert Frost Poem)
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown ...
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 ...
The Father Of Toads (Russell Edson Poem)
A man had just delivered a toad from his wife's armpit. He held it by its legs and spanked it. ...
Three Ha’Pence a Foot (Marriott Edgar Poems)
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
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 ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Lament for the Makers (William Dunbar Poem)
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
The Funeral (John Donne Poem)
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
Do People moulder equally, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who ...
If this is “fading” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If this is "fading" Oh let me immediately "fade"! If this is "dying" Bury me, in such a shroud of ...
On The Death of a Father (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
The Last Hero (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
Your Dog Dies (Raymond Carver Poem)
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you ...
Forgetfulness (Hart Crane Poem)
Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Song of Saul Before His Last Battle (Lord Byron Poem)
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not ...
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Women And Roses (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
A Woman’s Last Word (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
Kaspar Is Dead (Jean Hans Arp Poem)
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...