May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Poems about minute (51 Poems)
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 ...
Fountainhead (Michael Burch Poem)
I did not delight in love so much as in a kiss like linnets' wings, the flutterings of a pulse ...
I SEE A WOMAN MAKING UP (Luis Benitez Poem)
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
At The Other End Of The Telescope (George Bradley Poem)
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
A Minute (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Instants (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
If I could live again my life, In the next - I'll try, - to make more mistakes, I won't ...
Le Gout du Néant (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Earth’s Immortalities (Robert Browning Poems)
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
In Three Days (Robert Browning Poem)
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Two In The Campagna (Robert Browning Poem)
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Misconceptions (Robert Browning Poem)
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
Prospice (Robert Browning Poem)
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...