Before the Altar (Amy Lowell Poem)
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
Poems about dole (31 Poems)
CURFEW (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I. Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the ...
The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
The Story of Ung (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
The Last Rhyme of True Thomas (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
England’s Answer (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
A Man (In Memory of H. of M.) (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade In tactful times when shrewd Eliza ...
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 ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Love and a Question (Robert Frost Poem)
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in ...
The Barrier (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
The Midnight wooed the Morning Star, And prayed her: "Love come nearer; Your swinging coldly there afar To me but ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
To the Belgians (Laurence Binyon Poem)
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
A Channel Passage (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Rabbi Ben Ezra (Robert Browning Poem)
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Sonnet 07 – The face of all the world is changed, I think (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love (George Meredith Poems)
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: The union of this ever-diverse pair! These two were rapid falcons in a ...
Modern Love: L (George Meredith Poems)
Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: The union of this ever-diverse pair! These two were rapid falcons in a ...
Rain on the Hill (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
The Wind (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
O, wind! what saw you in the South, In lilied meadows fair and far? I saw a lover kiss his ...
Upon Watts’ Picture Sic Transit (John McCrae Poems)
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have." But yesterday the tourney, all ...
Paradise Lost: Book 04 (John Milton Poems)
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Apples (Laurie Lee Poems)
Behold the apples' rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson ...
May 8 (David Lehman Poems)
700 francs will get you $109.91 on this muggy May afternoon which is good to know since I just found ...
A Florida Sunday. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
Barnacles (Sidney Lanier Poems)
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous ...
Street Cries (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...