Reedy River (Henry Lawson Poem)
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
Poems about loam (29 Poems)
The Cockney Soul (Henry Lawson Poem)
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
The Teams (Henry Lawson Poem)
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
A Tree Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
In Springtime (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, And the koil sings above it, in the siris by ...
Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
In The Old Theatre, Fiesole. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin, Till came a child who showed ...
The Peasant’s Confession (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
The Dead Drummer (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined--just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt ...
Shelley’s Skylark (The neighbourhood of Leghorn: March) (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
Drummer Hodge (Thomas Hardy Poem)
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined -- just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the ...
Beach Sand – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
The Ground Yielding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ground yielding its stones buried under the soil the rich loam, the grassy lawns the forests, the brush hidden ...
Giving to the Spade (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sod, the earth, willingly giving to the bite of my spade, soil rich wet loam, clean clear of rocks, ...
In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Beach Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Who Goes Home? (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' And there comes no ...
Picnic, Lightning (Billy Collins Poem)
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Into the Dusk-Charged Air (John Ashbery Poem)
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Saltbush Bill (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
Mushrooms (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
The Dead (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
The Horses (Edwin Muir Poems)
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange ...
Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
The Santa-Fe Trail (A Humoresque) (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...