A Thud and a Squish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor had them enthralled, And us too, describing the Shaping of each of us, Using the words of the ...
Poems about childish (37 Poems)
In The Firelight (Eugene Field Poem)
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there, The ...
Christmas treasures (Eugene Field Poem)
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Elegy V: His Picture (John Donne Poem)
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. 'Tis like ...
The Beggar Lad — dies early — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, Because they told me to -- But stopped, when qualified to guess How ...
Delight is as the flight (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
I have a King, who does not speak (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek I trudge the ...
I never hear the word “escape” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation A flying attitude! I never hear of ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Prologue (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Lays of Sorrow (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
A Nursery Darling (Lewis Carroll Poem)
A Mother's breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! ...
All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
ABOUT LOVE FOR BARBARIANS (Luis Benitez Poem)
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
Life (Marvin Bell Poem)
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
A Voice From The Dungeon (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
An Orphan’s Lament (Anne Bronte Poems)
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
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 ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
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 ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
To Romance (Lord Byron Poem)
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...