A Certain King (Lorenzo Dow Blackson Poems)
A certain King whose power is great,For his own glory did createA spacious globe, and it did placeIn what is ...
Poems about formality (13 Poems)
The Choice (John Pomfret Poems)
If heaven the grateful liberty would giveThat I might choose my method how to live,And all those hours propitious fate ...
Of The Dangers Attending Altruism On The High Seas. (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
Observe these Pirates bold and gay, That sail a gory sea: Notice their bright expression:-- The handsome one is me. We plundered ships and ...
There Is A Land Where Rivers Flow (Pranas Vaicaitis Poems)
There is a land where rivers flowThrough humming forests merrilyAnd babble gaily as they goWhile tuneful skylarks sing in glee.There ...
Tale VI (George Crabbe Poems)
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
The Usurpation (Abraham Cowley Poems)
Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence; I was mine own, and free, Till ...
An Uncle (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
BEIN' uncle to the kids,Laughin' lips an' drowsy lidsGrimy hands an' tattered clothes,Cheeks as red as any rose;Willie Browns an' ...
The Card Club’s First Meeting (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The battles for the pickle dish once more are under way, The Uno Pedro Club is first and foremost in ...
A New Definition of Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Following Christ focused only on Him joining our brother in worship in walking, in ministry doing God's work in the ...
Excuse Me, Your Honor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I rose to ask a question feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease like Bob Cratchett asking for coal or ...
Tunbridge Wells (John Wilmot Poems)
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Hymn 136 (Isaac Watts Poems)
Sincerity and hypocrisy; or, formality in worship. John 4:24; Ps. 139:23,24. God is a Spirit, just and wise, He sees ...
Among The Narcissi (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. He is recuperating ...