Miss Thompson Goes Shopping (Martin Armstrong Poems)
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
Poems about indiscretion (14 Poems)
The House Delirious (Leon Gellert Poems)
Come in and tread thou quietlyWithin the duskiness.This twilight thou dost seeIs but the moment passing. Make no guessUpon these ...
Second Address to the Moon (James Hurdis Poems)
Moon that so fairly risest from the crown Of yon high oak, and wast so fondly pray'd To fill thy orb with ...
A Neglected “Woman’s Right” (Madge Morris Wagner Poems)
I have listened to this cry of "Woman's Rights," this clamoringfor the ballot, for redress for woman's wrongs, and I ...
Evangelist (Kendrick Smithyman Poems)
Say prickly pears had roots which found out water,had branches bursting out in sulphur flame.Wanderers traipsing from a cracked sierramunched ...
Ode VIII: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide (Mark Akenside Poems)
I.If rightly tuneful bards decide,If it be fix'd in love's decrees,That beauty ought not to be triedBut by its native ...
Curtain (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
VILLAIN shows his indiscretion,Villain's partner makes confession.Juvenile, with golden tresses,Finds her pa and dons long dresses.Scapegrace comes home money-laden,Hero comforts ...
Saville In Trouble (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
The Kalevala – Rune XXIII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
The Old Weathercock: An Idyll (Eduard Morike Poems)
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
The Birth Of Flattery (George Crabbe Poems)
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
A Satyre Against Mankind (John Wilmot Poems)
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Satyr (John Wilmot Poems)
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
The Garden (Ezra Pound Poems)
En robe de parade. Samain Like a skien of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing ...