Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
Poems about gravelly (16 Poems)
The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
British Georgics. February (James Grahame Poems)
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
British Georgics. November (James Grahame Poems)
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
The Lover (James Avis Bartley Poems)
SCENE I.--A WOODED MOUNTAIN IN BLOOM--TIMESUNRISE--ENTER LOVER SOLUS.This is my fair resort, the Summer SunIs rising there, the ocean gleams ...
The Pebble And The Acorn (Hannah Flagg Gould Poems)
"I am a Pebble! and yield to none!"Were swelling words of a tiny stone,"Nor time nor season can alter me;I ...
Gravelly Run (Archie Randolph Ammons Poems)
I don't know somehow it seems sufficientto see and hear whatever coming and going is,losing the self to the victoryof ...
The Sheep In The Ruins (Archibald MacLeish Poems)
for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the ...
Trehill Well (Charles Kingsley Poems)
There stood a low and ivied roof,As gazing rustics tell,In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well.Above the ivies' ...
Digging (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
The Lion For Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
Morning Worship (Mark van Doren Poem)
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Gravelly Run (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Admonitions to a Special Person (Anne Sexton Poems)
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, ...
Admonitions To A Special Person (Anne Sexton Poems)
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, ...