Fancy (John Keats Poems)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
Poems about foraging (14 Poems)
The Tourist (Hattie Howard Poems)
Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land, And prove the touring season actively begun; His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand, For each ...
The Way of It (R S Thomas Poems)
With her fingers she turns paintinto flowers, with her bodyflowers into a remembranceof herself. She is at workalways, mending the ...
The Lesson Of The Seasons (David John Scott Poems)
Written for a little girl on her eleventh birthday.Fleeting time is on the wing—Surely Winter, joyous Spring,Glowing Summer, Autumn sere,Mark ...
Tantramar Revisited (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
The Grey Fantail (C J Dennis Poems)
The bushmen call me "Cranky Fan," Because my strange erratic flightSeems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright;But ...
Sonnets Of The Blood IX (Allen Tate Poems)
Captains of industry, your aimless powerAwakens harsh velleities of time:Let you, brother, captaining your hourBe zealous that your numbers are ...
Old Age (Arthur Symons Poems)
It may be, when this city of the nine gates Is broken down by ruinous old age, And no one ...
Fancy (John Keats Poem)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
two spanish poems (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
Passer-By, These Are Words (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
Aunt Imogen (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
The Poor Relation (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
No longer torn by what she knows And sees within the eyes of others, Her doubts are when the daylight ...
Voyages (Philip Levine Poems)
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...