Sonnet XXIX: When Conquering Love (Michael Drayton Poem)
To the Senses When conquering Love did first my Heart assail, Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense, Doubting, if ...
Poems about hearing (51 Poems)
Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Longfellow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Dulcis Memoria (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the ...
Make me a picture of the sun (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
A little overflowing word (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A little overflowing word That any, hearing, had inferred For Ardor or for Tears, Though Generations pass away, Traditions ripen ...
It is easy to work when the soul is at play (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It is easy to work when the soul is at play -- But when the soul is in pain -- ...
Your noble reign (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
No further slice of me (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
But Wise Men Perceive Approaching Things (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now, but wise men perceive approaching things. Philostratus, Life of Apollonius ...
The Human Tree (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Many have Earth's lovers been, Tried in seas and wars, I ween; Yet the mightiest have I seen: Yea, the ...
Circulation (Raymond Carver Poem)
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of Milton (William Cowper Poem)
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
The Neophyte (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Neophyte (Aleister Crowley Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
Tower Of Song (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Silence (Billy Collins Poem)
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
Child Development (Billy Collins Poem)
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
O Germany, Pale Mother! (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
Water (Wendell Berry Poem)
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...