The Wild Knight (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
Poems about gargoyle (14 Poems)
The Last Scion Of The House Of Clare (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
The City Of Fear (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
The Gargoyle And The Griffin (Laura Elizabeth Richards Poems)
Once a Gargoyle and a GriffinThought they'd go and take their tiffinWith the eminent Confucius, just outside the temple wall;So ...
The Temple (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
The Zonnebeke Road (Edmund Blunden Poems)
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling ...
The Homely Man (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
Looks as though a cyclone hit him—Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him;An' his cheeks are rough like leather,Made ...
The Dinkum Aussie Block (C J Dennis Poems)
What have we missed? Now he returns no moreWe are left with but our blindness to deplore,But, concentrating on his ...
Upon Julia, Playing The Oboe (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
When as I hear my Julia playUpon the oboe, oft I sayWell pleased were I if I might sitHour-long by ...
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Earthworm (Anne Sexton Poems)
Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep you are reworking their soil, you have a grocery store there down under ...
Fleurette (Robert William Service Poems)
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
Momus (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding ...