Hiawatha’s Wooing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Poems about jasper (28 Poems)
Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
The Song of Hiawatha: X (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
The King (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Brass Kaleidoscope (Dale Harcombe Poem)
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
Valenciennes (Thomas Hardy Poem)
By Corporal Tullidge. See "The Trumpet-Major" In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184- WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, ...
In Honour of the City of London (William Dunbar Poem)
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
To the City of London (William Dunbar Poem)
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
Imagination (John Davidson Poem)
There is a dish to hold the sea, A brazier to contain the sun, A compass for the galaxy, A ...
If I’m lost — now (Emily Dickinson Poems)
If I'm lost -- now That I was found -- Shall still my transport be -- That once -- on ...
What is — “Paradise” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
Tz’u No. 8 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
The Flesh and the Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
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 ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Ch’ing P’ing Tiao (Li Po Poems)
Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face. Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops ...
Ode To Meaning (Robert Pinsky Poems)
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
Call To Account! (Vladimir Mayakovsky Poems)
The drum of war thunders and thunders. It calls: thrust iron into the living. From every country slave after slave ...
EXCHANGE (Vlanes Poems)
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
The Chapel in Lyonesse (William Morris Poems)
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
Paradise Lost: Book 11 (John Milton Poems)
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Paradise Lost: Book 03 (John Milton Poems)
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...