The Iron Wedding Rings (Henry Lawson Poem)
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
Poems about crouched (31 Poems)
The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
Madness (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Sara Teasdale) The lonely farm, the crowded street, The palace and the slum, Give welcome to my silent feet ...
Morning Song in the Jungle (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And ...
The Craftsman (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged (Brooks Haxton Poem)
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Psalm 22 When fever burned the last light out of my ...
chicken’s claw (Rg Gregory Poems)
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
AN ODE TO MY JAILED FRIEND (Godfrey Mutiso Gorry Poem)
Unmasked - The spirits' face is a black hole Swallowing the celestial beauty Of the stars. Caged - The sentinel ...
Crouched (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
Crouched in the blackberry bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
Crab (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How fast can your move backward while in a crouched position with your eye in the viewfinder of a manual ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
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 ...
The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds That threatened it -- did run And crouched behind his Yellow Door Was ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part I ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Restless (Cecilia Borromeo Poem)
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only ...
How Clear She Shines (Emily Bronte Poem)
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...