The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Poems about hedge (33 Poems)
Spring Thunder (Mark van Doren Poem)
Listen, The wind is still, And far away in the night -- See! The uplands fill With a running light. ...
A Ballad of Hell (John Davidson Poem)
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
A Runnable Stag (John Davidson Poem)
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
A Lady red — amid the Hill (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
One Sister have I in our house (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to ...
The Double Ninth Festival (Li Ching Chao Poem)
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Where She Told Her Love (John Clare Poem)
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Senex (John Betjeman Poem)
Oh would I could subdue the flesh Which sadly troubles me! And then perhaps could view the flesh As though ...
Christmas (John Betjeman Poem)
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Tokens (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Georgic on Memory (Erin Belieu Poem)
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
Tokens (William Barnes Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
November (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
Dream Song 62: That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears (John Berryman Poem)
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Home Thoughts, From Abroad (Robert Browning Poem)
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
After Sunset (William Allingham Poem)
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Bacchanalia (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
242. The Poet’s Progress (Robert Burns Poem)
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
351. Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poems)
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
110. Epistle to a Young Friend (Robert Burns Poems)
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...