The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Poems about jot (31 Poems)
New York at Night (Amy Lowell Poem)
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
The Akond of Swat (Edward Lear Poem)
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
Church Going (Philip Larkin Poem)
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
To the True Romance (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
“I Have Lived With Shades” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound (Thomas Hardy Poem)
My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life ...
I Have Lived With Shades (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, ...
symbolically concerned (Rg Gregory Poem)
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
MOTIVES. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
IF to a girl who loves us truly Her mother gives instruction duly In virtue, duty, and what not,-- And ...
On Quitting (Edgar Albert Guest Poem)
How much grit do you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may ...
Heralding a Savior (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The choir of angels singing with joy for all heralding a savior come to one and all Across the night ...
Every Jot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By every jot, every tittle every little bit of the word so was the telling of His story the beginning ...
Hebrew Bible (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Their Hebrew Bible course, was from the original source the text written in His face spoken from His lips made ...
Princesses Galore (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A house of princesses greeted our three on the return from the church, the pageant practice a lost memory as ...
Sister Muses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh the pen flowed jumped to the words found the voice Talked the talk said his piece next to them ...
Tired (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I could see her tired even under the closed lids of her sleeping face Body hugged under the covers Her ...
The Nightingale (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Sonnet XXXI: Methinks I See (Michael Drayton Poem)
To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my ...
The Parting (Michael Drayton Poem)
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part-- Nay, I have done, you get no more of ...
Sonnet LXI: Since There’s No Help (Michael Drayton Poems)
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, ...
Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant (Michael Drayton Poem)
A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd (Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move), Entreated me, ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Progress (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Sonnet 22 (John Milton Poems)
XXII Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of ...