The Poet’s Corner (Laura Riding Jackson Poems)
Here where the end of bone is no end of song And the earth is bedecked with immortality In what ...
Poems about lusty (31 Poems)
Songs of Battle (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
Old as the world--no other things so old; Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung Such lusty strength ...
Bill and Joe (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME SPRING (Robert Herrick Poem)
Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw'd are the snows; and ...
San Sebastian (Thomas Hardy Poem)
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
De Profundis (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
Sausage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
Two idylls from bion the smyrnean (Eugene Field Poem)
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
Thirty-nine (Eugene Field Poem)
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
God Lyaeus (John Fletcher Poem)
GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour'd, ever sung, Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes Dance ...
Love’s Emblems (John Fletcher Poems)
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing ...
Bridal Song (John Fletcher Poem)
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this ...
The Change (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
Two Look at Two (Robert Frost Poem)
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
To the City of London (William Dunbar Poem)
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
In Honour of the City of London (William Dunbar Poem)
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
To a Lady (William Dunbar Poem)
SWEET rois of vertew and of gentilness, Delytsum lily of everie lustynes, Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear, And ...
When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
Remember with affection (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
In soothing, sweetened words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
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 ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
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 ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
520. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election-No. 3 (Robert Burns Poems)
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Fair Elanor (William Blake Poems)
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
To Autumn (William Blake Poems)
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...