Wires Crossed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wires crossed circuits down no connection anywhere around In the dark unaware needing help catch the air Wires crossed circuits ...
Poems about halls (51 Poems)
Plans (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For the future for after taking shape buzz in the halls - Do you know what you're doing? Do you ...
Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet in the law school Late at night, after papers, exams Between time Late March, Early April Still halls Empty ...
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
To A New England Poet (Philip Freneau Poem)
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Good-by (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
Gus: The Theatre Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
Thirty Bob a Week (John Davidson Poem)
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
The Oxford Thrushes (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
This House Which Is Lived In (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
The last excuse (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
Remember with affection (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
POPPIES ON LUDLOW CASTLE (Willa Cather Poem)
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
Veni Creator (Bliss Carman Poem)
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
One Of Their Gods (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
When one of them passed through the market place of Seleucia, toward the hour that night falls as a tall ...
The Last Hero (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
La Gitana (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
La Gitana (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
The Palace of Humbug (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
How to Leave the World that Worships should (Ros Barber Poem)
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
II. Written at Bamborough Castle. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
The house where I was born (02) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
Halls grew darker (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
“Me thinks this heart…” (Emily Bronte Poem)
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...