Adam Pos’d (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, Cloath'd only in ...
Poems about labour (51 Poems)
Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. ...
No Master (William Henry Davies Poem)
Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand Is under no proud man's command; There is no voice to break ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Francis Makemie (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
(Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness ...
Elegy II: The Anagram (John Donne Poem)
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
Share of obligation (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
To Ben Jonson upon Occasion of his Ode of Defiance Annexed t (Thomas Carew Poem)
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
The World State (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Oh, how I love Humanity, With love so pure and pringlish, And how I hate the horrid French, Who never ...
Sonnet to William Wilberforce, Esq. (William Cowper Poem)
Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee, by cruel men and impious, call'd Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
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 Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
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, ...
There was set before me a mighty hill (Stephen Crane Poem)
There was set before me a mighty hill, And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had ...
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, ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
In Westminster Abbey (John Betjeman Poem)
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
For the Fallen (Laurence Binyon Poem)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh ...
Past Days (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
At Castle Wood (Emily Bronte Poem)
The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been ...