The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Poems about feed (51 Poems)
Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Lions (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Not enough study has been done on old lions dying. Unable to feed themselves, without pride, teeth or claws, their ...
Café Talk (Thomas Blackburn Poem)
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
The Hon. Sec. (John Betjeman Poem)
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
The Surprise (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
New England Magazine (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
A Question (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Whene'er I feed the barnyard folk My gentle soul is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed. ...
The Whale (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The Whale is found in seas and oceans, Indulging there in fishlike motions, But Science shows that Whales are mammals, ...
A Black Man Talks of Reaping (Arna Bontemps Poem)
I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear that wind or ...
Georgic on Memory (Erin Belieu Poem)
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
The Surprise (William Barnes Poem)
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
The Flesh and the Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty’s Bloom (Lord Byron Poems)
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear ...
Dream Song 120: Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout (John Berryman Poem)
Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout or murmur. Pals alone enormous sounds downward & up bring real. ...
THE IRREPARABLE (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
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, ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Rabbi Ben Ezra (Robert Browning Poem)
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit (Robert Burns Poem)
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
Giant Snail (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...