Our Work Ahead (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
Poems about earnest (47 Poems)
No Running (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Earnest, nodding heads a trio of repentant souls agreeing with the restated rule, after cleaning the debris, the drying eyes, ...
Mary smith (Eugene Field Poem)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
At play (Eugene Field Poem)
Play that you are mother dear, And play that papa is your beau; Play that we sit in the corner ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
I know that He exists. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
Hoping With Care (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We are honored and humble and earnest to share in events which would happen although we weren't there, a trifling ...
Ah, that Murphy girl (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
La Gitana (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
La Gitana (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? (fragment) (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
The Garden Of Boccaccio (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
To Nature (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Lines Written From Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Dreams (Anne Bronte Poem)
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
The Consolation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Despondency (Anne Bronte Poem)
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
The Missionary (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...