Lesson (Forrest Hamer Poem)
It was 1963 or 4, summer, and my father was driving our family from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in ...
Poems about hood (31 Poems)
How Robin and His Outlaws Lived in The Woods (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
Robin Hood, A Child. (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Robin Hood’s Flight (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems)
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
Robin Hood, An Outlaw. (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Epithalamion (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
In The Valley Of The Elwy (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
I remember a house where all were good To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smell breathed at ...
Babylon (Robert Graves Poem)
The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry ...
Fishing for Fiona (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A white young paw, an orange tiger arm reaching, squeezed, under the bedroom door resting on the pile carpet, gently ...
Yellow Dust (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A sheen of yellow on the glass the hood, the roof, the ground oak tree above, golden below heavy flour ...
Popcorn Experiment (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
College was wasted on the lot of us at least in that moment or maybe it was the intoxication of ...
The Death of Robin Hood (Eugene Field Poem)
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
The Last Word of a Blue Bird (Robert Frost Poem)
As told to a child As I went out a Crow In a low voice said, "Oh, I was looking ...
Merlin (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
My Mother Would Be a Falconress (Robert Duncan Poem)
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
Its little Ether Hood (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
At Bordj-an-Nus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
At Bordj-an-Nus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
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 ...
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, ...
Human Life (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
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, ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Filthy Savior (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
Hamlet Off-Stage: She Wheel (D. C. Berry Poem)
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
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 ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...