The Dying Veteran (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
All-day-long the crash of cannon Shook the battle-covered plain;All-day-long the frenzied foemen Dashed against our lines in vain;All the field was piled ...
Poems about crusty (21 Poems)
What Is It? (John Hartley Poems)
What is it maks a crusty wifeForget to scold, an leeave off strife?What is it smoothes th' rooad throo life? It's ...
II. Great God, and just! how canst Thou see (Jeremy Taylor Poems)
Great God, and just! how canst Thou see,Dear God, our miserie,And not in mercy set us free?Poor miserable man! how ...
At Cheshire Cheese (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
When first of wise old Johnson taught, My youthful mind its homage brought, And made the pond'rous crusty sage The object of a ...
A Winter’s Day (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
Across the hills and down the narrow ways, And up the valley where the free winds sweep, The earth is folded in ...
Winter (Henry Alford Poems)
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
Snowflake Song (Hilda Conkling Poems)
Snowflakes come in fleetsLike ships over the sea.The moon shines down on the crusty snow:The stars make the sky sparkle ...
Bedfordshire Ballad – IV (E W Bowling Poems)
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Ode To Our Young Pro-Consuls Of The Air (Allen Tate Poems)
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
Poor Old Ship (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
She wasn't much to brag about, she wasn't much to see,A rusty, crusty hooker as a merchant ship could be;They ...
Bobby’s Pocket (Carolyn Wells Poems)
Our Bobby is a little boy, of six years old, or so; And every kind of rubbish in his pocket ...
Parting Gift (Elinor Wylie Poems)
I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower;I cannot give you heaven;Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum;Nor happiness, ...
hawthorns and the like (Rg Gregory Poem)
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Tastes of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
Pumpkins in our time (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
It seldom snowed – Part IV (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
An Olive Fire (Robert William Service Poems)
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
The Ghosts (Robert William Service Poems)
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost: "Mate with me in the Tomb; Then day by day the rancid host May ...
Neighbours (Robert William Service Poems)
My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to ...
The Onion, Memory (Craig Raine Poems)
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...