My Dull Brother (Patience Worth Poems)
You, my brother, you, whose dull eyesLook forth unto dull days, whose hours make progressLike unto a procession of cowled ...
Poems about grimed (21 Poems)
Canadians (Ivor Gurney Poems)
We marched, and saw a company of CanadiansTheir coats weighed eighty pounds at least, we saw themFaces infinitely grimed in, ...
A Utilitarian View Of The Monitor’s Fight (Herman Melville Poems)
Plain be the phrase, yet apt the verse, More ponderous than nimble;For since grimed War here laid asideHis painted pomp, 'twould ...
Shock-headed Peter (Heinrich Hoffmann Poems)
Just look at him! there he stands,With his nasty hair and hands.See! his nails are never cut;They are grimed as ...
An Old Workman (Lola Ridge Poems)
Warped. gland-dry.With spine askewAnd body shrunken into half its space.Well-used as some cracked paving-stone.Bearing on his grimed and pitted frontA ...
The Defeat of Youth (Aldous Huxley Poems)
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
The Hound of Heaven (Francis Thompson Poems)
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
On that dear Frame the Years had worn (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On that dear Frame the Years had worn Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Light The ...
De Profundis (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Egypt, Tobago (Derek Walcott Poems)
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
Song of the Exposition. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
The Hound of Heaven (Francis Thompson Poems)
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
The Holy Grail (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
The Lady’s Dressing Room (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
The Song Of The Wage-Slave (Robert William Service Poems)
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
My Ancestors (Robert William Service Poems)
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
My Centenarian (Robert William Service Poems)
A hundred years is a lot of living I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe, Some day if the gods ...
Wild With All Regrets (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
A Terre (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
Malvern Hill (Herman Melville Poems)
Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan's men Here stood ...