The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Poems about lair (31 Poems)
The Story of Ung (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(From The Jungle Book) Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy ...
Morning Song in the Jungle (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And ...
The Law of the Jungle (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(From The Jungle Book) Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the ...
Beast and Man in India (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There (John Keats Poems)
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold ...
To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent (John Keats Poem)
To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face ...
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 ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
St. Winefred’s Well (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
THE HAG (Robert Herrick Poem)
The Hag is astride, This night for to ride, The devil and she together; Through thick and through thin, Now ...
The Two Men (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
The Respectable Burgher on “The Higher Criticism” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
from imperfect Eden (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
September On Jessore Road (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
The limitations of youth (Eugene Field Poem)
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
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 ...
Work Without Hope (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
I, or Someone Like Me (Marvin Bell Poem)
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
Song (Anne Bronte Poem)
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
401. Song-Meg o’ the Mill (Robert Burns Poems)
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The Landlady (Margaret Atwood Poem)
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...