Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Poems about grate (31 Poems)
Hiawatha’s Fishing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Baby Lazarus (Jackie Kay Poem)
When I got home I went out into the garden Liking it when the frost bit My old brown boots ...
The Long Trail (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
L’Envoi (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Book Ends (Tony Harrison Poem)
I Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead we chew it slowly that last apple pie. Shocked into sleeplessness you're ...
Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray, But bid for, Patience is! Patience who asks Wants war, wants ...
THE FREEBOOTER, (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
No door has my house, No house has my door; And in and out ever I carry my store. No ...
THE BEAUTEOUS FLOWER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
The Spectacles (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
April’s Charms (William Henry Davies Poems)
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
“Secrets” is a daily word (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Secrets" is a daily word Yet does not exist -- Muffled -- it remits surmise -- Murmured -- it has ...
Today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that ...
The Reason Why I’m Fat (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
Frost At Midnight (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
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 ...
The Peripheries of Love (Michael Burch Poem)
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
How To Get On In Society (John Betjeman Poem)
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace (Anne Bronte Poem)
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Porphyria’s Lover (Robert Browning Poems)
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
Morning in the Burned House (Margaret Atwood Poem)
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...