Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Poems about hardy (31 Poems)
“To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New” (Amy Lowell Poem)
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below ...
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
Domicilium (Thomas Hardy Poem)
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
thirteeners (Rg Gregory Poem)
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
LINES ON SEEING SCHILLER’S SKULL. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house ...
Speaking Loudly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The many voices speaking loudly the disciples speaking many languages Drawing the diaspora from all the nations coming together to ...
The Orthodoxy of Babel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Speaking in tongues they couldn't imagine Christ's message to all in their own language bringing the whole world the good ...
Giving Thanks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gather each year to remember the year gone by the harvest season, the days of thanksgiving the first Thanksgiving, ...
Blood of the Pilgrims (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, ...
A Precarious Perch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A late dandelion plant too late for flowers, growing pushing through the tiny bit of soil held in place between ...
A walk by the edge of the wood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agi (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
The Battle Of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
The Winter Scene (Bliss Carman Poem)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
Lord Ullin’s Daughter (Thomas Campbell Poems)
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
For The Twentieth Century (Frank Bidart Poem)
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht (John Berryman Poem)
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
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 ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn (Robert Burns Poems)
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
70. Epistle to the Rev. John M’Math (Robert Burns Poems)
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...