New Year’s Address-January 1, 1866 (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Good morning--good morning--a happy new year!We greet you, kind friends of the old _Pioneer_;Hope your coffee is good and your ...
Poems about clams (15 Poems)
A Spiritual Manifestation (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
To-day the plant by Williams setIts summer bloom discloses;The wilding sweethrier of his prayersIs crowned with cultured roses.Once more the ...
The Urban Rat And The Suburban Rat (Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems)
A metropolitan rat invited His country cousin in town to dine: The country cousin replied, "Delighted." And signed himself, "Sincerely thine." The town rat ...
The Pen And The Sword (Mary Russell Mitford Poems)
And dar'st thou then with me compare,Frail fleeting passenger of air!Say, am not I my country's rock,The lion in the ...
Carmina Festiva (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
THE LITTLE-NECK CLAMA modern verse-sequence, showing how a native American subject, strictly realistic, may be treated in various manners adapted ...
A Parody. (George Pope Morris Poems)
On old Long Island's sea-girt shore We caught a cod the other day;He never had been there before, And wished that he ...
Other Ingredients (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
To make a perfect fish menu,The witches found they had to placeUpon this alcoholic baseGreat stacks of food and spices ...
For My Lover, Returning To His Wife (Anne Sexton Poems)
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's ...
Daily Trials by a Sensitive Man (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
No Buyers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
Steamers for lunch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of the screen "steamers for lunch, foggy day on the ocean" so much cascading memory flooding over me, ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
The Room Of My Life (Anne Sexton Poems)
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
For My Lover, Returning To His Wife (Anne Sexton Poems)
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...