Rural Morning (John Clare Poems)
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
Poems about chittering (13 Poems)
Memory (Johan Andreas Der Mouw Poems)
As swift the horseman o'er Lake Constance flewHis steed, snow- scattering. The twilight came.His shadow, dark- blue giant, slowly greyed,E'en ...
A Winter Night (Robert Burns Poems)
1 When biting Boreas, fell and doure,2 Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;3 When Phobus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,4 Far ...
Popcorn Willie (Mackinlay Kantor Poems)
Do the angels eat apples? I wonder. . . .A bell tinkled under the trees,A shadow along the white roadwayCast ...
The Ridge Farm (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
The Swallow (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
How I hate the sparrows, the sparrows, the sparrows. In and out and round the house all the live-long day, ...
Crabs (Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon Poems)
(Written on the Queensland Beach)Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapesCrawl in gangs around these capes-Stopping here and feeding there;Listening, crawling everywhere;Searching every ...
Telephoning In Mexican Sunlight (Galway Kinnell Poem)
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
In Hilly-Wood (John Clare Poem)
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
144. A Winter Night (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
213. Song-Up in the Morning Early (Robert Burns Poems)
CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shill's I hear the ...
Circles of Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips And she formed his name on her tongue ...