Blue And Red: Or, The Discontented Lobster (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
Permit me, Reader, to make my bow,And allowMe to humbly commend to your tender merciesThe hero of these simple verses.By ...
Poems about domicile (16 Poems)
Echo And The Ferry (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven;He looked at me pouting and rosy. I blushed where I ...
Bloody Fate (Miguel Hernandez Poems)
I come, blood on blood,like the sea, wave on wave.I have a soul the colour of poppies.The luckless poppy is ...
Bushnell Park (Hattie Howard Poems)
Sweet resting place! that long hath been A boon Elysian 'mid the din Of city life, 'mid city smoke; Where weary ones who ...
Mysterious (Hattie Howard Poems)
The morning sun rose bright and fair Upon a lovely village where Prosperity abounded, And ceaseless hum of industry In lines of friendly rivalry From ...
A Prisoner (Hattie Howard Poems)
Where I can see him all day long And hear his wild, spontaneous song, Before my window in his cage, A blithe canary ...
Supplicating (Hattie Howard Poems)
One morn I looked across the way, And saw you fling your window wide To welcome in the breath of May In breezes ...
Georgia Dusk (Jean Toomer Poems)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
The Skull (Mary Eliza Fullerton Poems)
O BOWL that held the hot imprisoned fire, Cup where the sacred essence used to burn- That fluent essence that ...
Metabole. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
The Doodle Bug (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
Why that's a doodle bug, my child Who lives alone, remote and wild. His domicile's a hole ...
She, To Him III (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I WILL be faithful to thee; aye, I will! And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye That he ...
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 ...
The Dance At The Phoenix (Thomas Hardy Poem)
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
Georgia Dusk (Jean Toomer Poems)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
The Crane & The Fox, a Fable (Major Henry Livingston, Jr. Poems)
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...