Raw Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cold, raw air Wet thick air enveloped me on the walk to school wrapped its arms around me chilled me ...
Poems about hurrying (37 Poems)
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Acceptance (Robert Frost Poem)
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
In a London Drawingroom (George Eliot Poem)
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
Nuns Of The Perpetual Adoration (Ernest Dowson Poem)
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Life (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; Not hurrying to, nor ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
It was given to me by the Gods (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was given to me by the Gods -- When I was a little Girl -- They given us Presents ...
I cross till I am weary (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cross till I am weary A Mountain -- in my mind -- More Mountains -- then a Sea -- ...
A Murmur in the Trees — to note (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- Not loud enough -- for Wind -- A Star -- not ...
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, ...
The Eavesdropper (Bliss Carman Poem)
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
II. Written at Bamborough Castle. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
Back From Australia (John Betjeman Poem)
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
Devonshire Street W.1 (John Betjeman Poem)
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
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 ...
The Zeppelin (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Spring in Town (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Mary and Gabriel (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Rain After a Vaudeville Show (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
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 ...
THE IRREPARABLE (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
MUSIC (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...