Into the River (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another driving image as we went down the highway a familiar bit of water a space where a tributary meets ...
Poems about meets (47 Poems)
The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
A Tale of the Miser and the Poet (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
The Farewell (Edward Field Poem)
They say the ice will hold so there I go, forced to believe them by my act of trusting people, ...
Ballad of the Old Cypress (Tu Fu Poem)
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
A Cliff Dwelling (Robert Frost Poem)
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the ...
Astræ (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Leda (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
The Made to Order Smile (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes, And her brows are half uplifted in ...
Holy Sonnet I: Tho Has Made Me (John Donne Poem)
Tho has made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; I run ...
Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action -- Maintain -- The Sun ...
Cherry bomb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Prayer (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
Lines (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Brockley Coomb (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
The Aeolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
The Eolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Badger (John Clare Poem)
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
What Is Life? (John Clare Poem)
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
Cornish Cliffs (John Betjeman Poem)
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Man Alone (Louise Bogan Poem)
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
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 ...