Shelley’s Skylark (The neighbourhood of Leghorn: March) (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
Poems about grape (31 Poems)
he and the hilltown (Rg Gregory Poem)
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
Gone (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
LOVE’S DISTRESSES. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to? Who would pity me that heard my sorrows? Ah, the lip ...
Remembering His Voice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Speaking to us still in the bread and the cup the breaking of the loaf drinking of the grape Remembering ...
Around the Table (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Young and old, black, brown, yellow, red, and white; Jew and Gentile We all come together, humbly, reverently, in awe ...
Cup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Waiting for the cup, the blood of Christ symbolized in the grape juice kneeling at the rail waiting my turn ...
Consecrated (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bread and the juice for the faithful, for his supper, the elements of the sacrament common bread, common grape ...
More than Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
Eating the Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
Fermented (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The French had nothing on us. okay, other than skill, tradition, and hygiene We all were vintners for a moment ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Wild Grapes (Robert Frost Poem)
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Sam’s Christmas Pudding (Marriott Edgar Poems)
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
Bacchus (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Sweet Stay-at-Home (William Henry Davies Poem)
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion ...
February (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Atheist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Atheist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Japan (Billy Collins Poem)
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull (Lord Byron Poem)
Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
75. Halloween (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance (William Blake Poems)
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...