Leaves in a Plane of Space (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cluster of 4 leaves at the end of a branch in October New England easier for the mind to ...
Poems about england (51 Poems)
Aurora (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
Red Sox Win (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Red Sox win Yankees lose A story so big It led the news Bumped politics Down the page It may ...
End of Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Broken lines, walls in need of mending What would Frost say, or his good neighbor, behind mended walls? New England ...
Seductive Invader (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was beautiful elegant, sly, alluring In her rich color long supple body full flowering envy of others less able ...
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
Iris (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What is it about irises in the garden whether blue flag or yellow, deep purple, white with red why do ...
New England Mind (Robert Francis Poem)
My mind matches this understand land. Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift, Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Gunner Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
To Ellen, At The South (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
The Problem (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Cousin Nancy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them- The barren New ...
The Oxford Thrushes (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Patria (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I would not even ask my heart to say If I could love some other land as well As thee, ...
The Pig (Roald Dahl Poem)
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
The Robin is a Gabriel (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on -- How condescending to descend And be of ...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun -- Its Toils to Brindled People thrust -- Its Triumphs ...
What is — “Paradise” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
To Belloc (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them ...
The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
On The Loss Of The Royal George (William Cowper Poem)
Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO III ( Scarmoges ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
The Lobster Quadrille (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
In Westminster Abbey (John Betjeman Poem)
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...