The Barn from the Bedroom Window (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Poems about hay (51 Poems)
The Man And His Horse (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so ...
The Exposed Nest (Robert Frost Poem)
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. ...
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
West Riding (Ian Emberson Poem)
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
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 ...
Hamatreya (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
Blight (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Lament for the Makers (William Dunbar Poem)
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
Your Hay It Is Mow’d, And Your Corn Is Reap’d (John Dryden Poems)
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
Signs of the Times (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin' out o' sight. ...
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard — today (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
I cautious, scanned my little life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cautious, scanned my little life -- I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine ...
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly (Emily Dickinson Poem)
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged -- a Summer Afternoon -- Repairing Everywhere -- Without ...
Answer July (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July ...
I’m sorry for the Dead — Today — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
The Grass so little has to do (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
The Wife of Flanders (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Lays of Sorrow (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Insects (John Clare Poem)
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
The Landrail (John Clare Poem)
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Last Laugh (John Betjeman Poem)
I made hay while the sun shone. My work sold. Now, if the harvest is over And the world cold, ...
The Geate a-Vallen to (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...