Certain Maxims Of Hafiz (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
Poems about colt (28 Poems)
The Ballad of the King’s Jest (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
girl (three) and the black horse (Rg Gregory Poem)
i want to hold the horse's string cried the girl (three) stamping her foot told by adults she was much ...
Entering the Holy City (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On a donkey, a young colt to shouts of Hosanna! to our King Entering the holy city as a king ...
Softening His Steps (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Under the feet of the colt, carrying our savior softening his steps, entering in, into the city of David Loud ...
Mud on Their Cloaks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The mud on their cloaks the dust of the road laid down when they took them off dropping them before ...
Service to the Master (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not focused on glory on who would be at his right and left Service to the master gathering the untamed ...
Into Their Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The disciples, those who had followed those who would lead the church carrying on his ministry spreading the good news ...
As a King (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not as the preacher, the healer, wandering entering, riding on a colt hope of the people palms on the ground ...
The Runaway (Robert Frost Poem)
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose ...
The Dark Hour (William Henry Davies Poem)
And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. ...
Elegy VII (John Donne Poem)
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
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, ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
THE HUDSON (Luis Benitez Poem)
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Sydney Cup 1899 (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Of course they say if this Bobadil starts He'll settle 'em all in a flash: For the pace he can ...
The Man From Snowy River (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
A Bushman’s Song (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I'M travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand, I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the ...
The Wargeilah Handicap (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
In the Stable (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
Craving for Spring (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
The Broncho That Would Not Be Broken (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...