In a London Drawingroom (George Eliot Poem)
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
Poems about fog (51 Poems)
The Channel Swimmer (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Goalkeeper Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
Morning at the Window (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
With No Experience In Such Matters (Stephen Dunn Poem)
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
Favrile (Mark Doty Poem)
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
The Wind of Sorrow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The fire of love was burning, yet so low That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, And ...
The Heavenly Hills of Holland (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
There is a Languor of the Life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain -- 'Tis Pain's Successor -- When the Soul Has ...
The Sun and Fog contested (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Sun and Fog contested The Government of Day -- The Sun took down his Yellow Whip And drove the ...
I’ve seen a Dying Eye (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I've seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room -- In search of Something -- as it seemed ...
A solemn thing — it was — I said (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said -- A woman -- white -- to be -- And wear ...
‘Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- 'Tis dimmer than a Lace -- No stature has it, like a Fog ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
The Ships of Saint John (Bliss Carman Poem)
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
La Gitana (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
La Gitana (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Neither Snow (Billy Collins Poem)
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
something that you should know (Cecilia Borromeo Poem)
my secrets appear on your window when you fog the division with your own warm breath; you lost yourself in ...
Guilt (John Betjeman Poem)
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The City Revisited (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...