Daddy Fell into the Pond (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.We had nothing to do and nothing to say.We were nearing the end of a ...
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.We had nothing to do and nothing to say.We were nearing the end of a ...
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free, Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime, Nor Lima's flame, ...
We from the sunless, airless trench,The mud, the muddy bread, the stench,Of No Man's Land, where English, French,And Germans rest,Came ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
Amongst the contemporaries of ShakespeareThere were few who regarded him as Drake's peer.Spoiling paper was so much less strainThan spoiling ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
O'Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
Drake is going west, lads So Tom is going East But tiny Fred Just lies in bed, The lazy little ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories