The Old Fools (Philip Larkin Poem)
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
Poems about looms (31 Poems)
The Great Grey Plain (Henry Lawson Poem)
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
Wait (Galway Kinnell Poem)
Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven't they carried you everywhere, up to ...
The Moon of Other Days (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch -- alas! -- Another ...
Redbud Trail – Winter (James Lee Jobe Poem)
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
I. M. R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899) (William Ernest Henley Poem)
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
Invictus (William Ernest Henley Poem)
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
Sun and Shadow (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue, Yon bark, that ...
MEN MIND NO STATE IN SICKNESS (Robert Herrick Poem)
That flow of gallants which approach To kiss thy hand from out the coach; That fleet of lackeys which do ...
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 ...
Night In The Old Home (Thomas Hardy Poem)
When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me, And from ...
Revulsion (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
The Sick God (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
The Ghost Of The Past (Thomas Hardy Poem)
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
Beeny Cliff (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
from crossing the line (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
The Sick Stockrider (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
The Assault Heroic (Robert Graves Poem)
Down in the mud I lay, Tired out by my long day Of five damned days and nights, Five sleepless ...
Living Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living flames of the Savior the Holy Spirit burning within the light of God within us still guiding our steps ...
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut in America (Philip Freneau Poem)
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
The Bells of Malines (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
In these quiet moments (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
The Neophyte (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Neophyte (Aleister Crowley Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Twelve (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
First Anniversary (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C. (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...