One Hundred and Three (Henry Lawson Poems)
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
Poems about cruellest (16 Poems)
Wanderlieder (John Hay Poems)
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
A Valediction Of Weeping (John Donne Poems)
Let me pour forthMy tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they ...
Pain (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty . . . Not the wisest ...
The Manuscript of Saint Alexius (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
Death and the Soldier: Conclusion (Aleksandr Tvardovskii Poems)
As the battle din recededOver the hills and far away,Tyorkin, lonely and unheeded,In the snow abandoned lay.Blood and snow to ...
Come Grief, Possess That Place Thy Harbingers Have Seen (Everard Digby Poems)
Come grief, possess that place thy Harbingers have seen, And think most fit to entertain thy self; Bring with thee ...
The Wide Open Spaces (Billy Bennett Poems)
You've heard of the Valley of Klondyke, The cruellest and hardest of places,Where all men are moiling and toiling for ...
The Roads’ End (C J Dennis Poems)
Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die.Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eyeOn this familiar forest ...
Sonnet CVIII: “Yes, everywhere some precious flower of God” (George Henry Boker Poems)
Yes, everywhere some precious flower of God Blooms in the lowest valley of our care. There is no squalid hut, ...
Blue Funk (Benjamin Musser Poems)
Nameless terror dogged his heel,Little fears loomed large and black,Till his head began to reelAnd his manhood crack.There was no ...
To an Ungentle Critic (Robert Graves Poem)
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
The Next War (Robert Graves Poem)
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
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 ...
A Valediction: Of Weeping (John Donne Poem)
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy ...
Exeat (Stevie Smith Poems)
I remember the Roman Emperor, one of the cruellest of them, Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners ...