A Little Song (Amy Lowell Poem)
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
Poems about drags (27 Poems)
In The Days When The World Was Wide (Henry Lawson Poem)
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
Out Back (Henry Lawson Poem)
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Christmas in India (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
Eternity (James Lee Jobe Poem)
for C. G. Macdonald, 1956-2006 Charlie, sunrise is a three-legged mongrel dog, going deaf, already blind in one eye, answering ...
Christmas Holidays (Thomas Hood Poem)
Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a ...
LONGING. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
WHAT pulls at my heart so? What tells me to roam? What drags me and lures me From chamber and ...
Che Fece … Il Gran Rifiuto (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
For some people the day comes when they have to declare the great Yes or the great No. It's clear ...
The Copernican System (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
Heccar and Gaira (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
438. Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday (Robert Burns Poems)
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the ...
The Neighbor (Marge Piercy Poems)
Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bell which you occasionally drop: gross man with ...
An Essay On Criticism (Alexander Pope Poems)
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
The Drowned Man (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
NIGHT (Ruth Padel Poems)
(published on BLINKING EYE, http://www.blinking-eye.co.uk/writer/padel2.html ) Then spoke the thunder, shattering the looming blackness of our national life. The rumble ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The Moon And The Yew Tree (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
Temps Perdu (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying, But my heart drags ...
Jim Carew (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
Now Listen to Me and I’ll Tell You My Views (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any ...
Insensibility (Wilfred Owen Poems)
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
The Blue-Flag In The Bog (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
Monologue of a Mother (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
Tortoise Gallantry (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...