Ode (Philip Freneau Poem)
GOD save the Rights of Man! Give us a heart to scan Blessings so dear: Let them be spread around ...
Poems about endures (34 Poems)
For the Better (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
Hamatreya (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
The Deepest Dream (Mark van Doren Poem)
The deepest dream is of mad governors, Down, down we feel it, till the very crust Of the world cracks, ...
Master of Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard, Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy, from its origins in the spring-tide of youth to an afterward ...
On your birthday, today, (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
On your birthday, today, there is time to reflect On the essence of our intimacy, From a beginning in the ...
Bitter sweet (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner (William Cowper Poem)
(Exodus, xvii.15) By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite ...
Exile (Hart Crane Poem)
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, -- No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell', And ...
Prologue to Rodin in Rime (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
The Buddhist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Independence (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Dionysus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Boo to Buddha (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
The Buddhist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Prologue to Rodin in Rime (Aleister Crowley Poem)
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
Independence (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Dionysus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Boo to Buddha (Aleister Crowley Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
In Flight Convergence (Michael Burch Poem)
Serene, almost angelic, the lights of the city attend upon lumbering behemoths shrilly screeching displeasure; they say that nothing is ...
Redolence (Michael Burch Poem)
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
The Living Lost (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
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 ...
The Boy And the Angel (Robert Browning Poem)
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...