The Curse Upon Edward (Thomas Gray Poem)
WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters ...
Poems about loom (31 Poems)
The Fatal Sisters (Thomas Gray Poem)
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
The Bard (Thomas Gray Poem)
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Circe’s Grief (Louise Gluck Poems)
In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, ...
Religion XXVI (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And an old priest said, "Speak to us of Religion." And he said: Have I spoken this day of aught ...
Crime and Punishment chapter XII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
Clothes chapter X (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes." And he answered: Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Slowly, Surely – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming worthy of ...
Slowly, Surely (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming Slowly, surely ...
Precious Threads (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like precious threads, woven together so is the church, the body of Christ Each one of us a precious thread, ...
She’s an Artist (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
The Bride of Frankenstein (Edward Field Poem)
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Work (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In ...
At Ithaca (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
My wheel is in the dark! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. ...
So Let Us Dare (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Land, Ho! (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I ...
Love in Twilight (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Dream Song 81: Op. posth. no. 4 (John Berryman Poem)
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans' and measured his intake to the atmosphere of that fairly stable country. ...
208. Song-To the Weaver’s gin ye go (Robert Burns Poems)
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
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 ...
I see the Four-fold Man (William Blake Poems)
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...