Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Poems about crouching (31 Poems)
The Old Fools (Philip Larkin Poem)
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
Sez You (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
A Song of Brave Men (Henry Lawson Poem)
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
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 Testing-Tree (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
The First Chantey (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1896 Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and ...
netley 47 (Rg Gregory Poem)
army hospital rheumatic fever bed-tied many weeks too embarrassed to ask for bedpan the rigmarole of screens and knowing attention ...
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Describing Its Texture (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
In reverent mediation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A change in my gait, in my breathing walking on the rocks, on the beach in reverent mediation slowing my ...
In the Snowy Woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Boots crunching in the soft snow deep tracks even for young companions temperature above freezing Walking into the woods, days ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Television (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
“Mike Teavee…” (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
Heritage (Countee Cullen Poem)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Song (Anne Bronte Poem)
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
After a Tempest (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
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 ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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 Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
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 ...
245. Versicles on Sign-Posts (Robert Burns Poem)
CURS'D be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
466. Ode for General Washington’s Birthday (Robert Burns Poems)
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Death Wants More Death (Charles Bukowski Poems)
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...