Serviceman’s Complaint (Kendrick Smithyman Poems)
Cockcrow's chalky virtue, a swanscales up and over willows,thrashing her misty pool. No one hollosher decamping, sluggish as though only ...
Poems about estuary (21 Poems)
Another River (William Stanley Merwin Poems)
The friends have gone home far up the valleyof that river into whose estuarythe man from England sailed in his ...
from: Black Combe White (Norman Nicholson Poems)
Sixty mile back,Edging the ooze of the estuary mosses - sheepOne side on fire from the level sun; hedgesClinkering ginger; ...
Tale II (George Crabbe Poems)
THE PARTING HOUR.Minutely trace man's life; year after year,Through all his days let all his deeds appear,And then though some ...
Boadicea (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far ...
Enigma XLVIII. (Elizabeth Hitchener Poems)
OFT did a wat'ry grave awaitThe sailor in Messina's strait;Oft did the pilot seek in vainHis post of peril to ...
Sitting On The Shore (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
The Willow-tree Bough (Charles Kenneth Scott-Moncrieff Poems)
My heart's at the war with a good-natured riflemanWhere he stands firing his foemen to slay;While he was home with ...
A Sea-Spell (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
HER lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree, While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell Between its chords; and as the ...
The Ecstatic (Cecil Day Lewis Poems)
Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and roundPebbles of sounds in air's still lake,Whose widening circles fill the noon; yet noneIs ...
Love, We Must Part Now (Philip Larkin Poem)
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
Walking on the Estuary Hill (Adrian Green Poem)
The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the ...
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
The house where I was born (05) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Harrow-on-the-Hill (John Betjeman Poem)
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
TO MY WIFE (Barry Tebb Poems)
I You buy my freedom with your love. With every book you catalogue or stamp My imagination hacks a strand ...
ON FIRST READING JOHN GOODBY’S ‘IRISH POETRY SINCE 1950’ (Barry Tebb Poems)
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
To Old Age. (Walt Whitman Poems)
I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great Sea. (Walt ...
Boadicea (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Sleep (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Do you give yourself to me utterly, Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly, ...
(Inner Tube) (Michael Ondaatje Poems)
On the warm July river head back upside down river for a roof slowly paddling towards an estuary between trees ...