Zermatt to the Matterhorn. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight, Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled ...
Poems about feat (28 Poems)
Stop and Remember (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's commandment to pause and sit at his feet To remember and to linger to think about the creator's feat ...
Let go of all (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To understand the sabbath the meaning of the word remembering the creator and why he stopped to rest A time ...
A Lobster Pot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
Planner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
A Winter Eden (Robert Frost Poem)
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Asparagus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agi (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
The Battle Of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves Her unintending Eyes -- Took her own Heart, including ours, By innocent Surprise ...
That this should feel the need of Death (Emily Dickinson Poem)
That this should feel the need of Death The same as those that lived Is such a Feat of Irony ...
God gave a Loaf to every Bird — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
The perfect cup (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
Courage is a motherless lamb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Beta Blogger Blues (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
Leaf Sermon (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
The Last Decalogue (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
Thou shalt have one God only;-who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except ...
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
75. Halloween (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Adam (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
High above he stands, beside the many saintly figures fronting the cathedral's gothic tympanum, close by the window called the ...
Villonaud for This Yule (Ezra Pound Poems)
Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!) Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of ...
Hon. Henry Bennett (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death, with ...
At Ease (Walter de la Mare Poems)
Most wounds can Time repair; But some are mortal -- these: For a broken heart there is no balm, No ...
L’Allegro (John Milton Poems)
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...