Church Going (Philip Larkin Poem)
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Poems about mounting (31 Poems)
Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
The Storm (George Herbert Poem)
If as the winds and waters here below Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were above; ...
The Handsome Heart (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
at a Gracious Answer 'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy You?'-'Father, what you buy me I ...
The Caged Skylark (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells- That bird ...
Departure (Thomas Hardy Poem)
While the far farewell music thins and fails, And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine - All smalling slowly ...
two south coast poems (a) this morning i came within sound of the sea (Rg Gregory Poem)
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
On Wings (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eagles' wings, rising up rising on wings, like wings of eagles mounting up on high no longer weary, able to ...
Home Burial (Robert Frost Poem)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
The Wounded Breakfast (Russell Edson Poem)
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Sonnet LVI: When Like an Eaglet (Michael Drayton Poem)
When like an eaglet I first found my Love, For that the virtue I thereof would know, Upon the nest ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
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, ...
Hidden Flame (John Dryden Poem)
Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: 'Tis such ...
Storm-Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
The Logic Of This State (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order (John Betjeman Poem)
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Specula (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth- It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny ...
The Statesmen (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
The Alchemist (Louise Bogan Poem)
I burned my life, that I may find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone ...
Winged Man (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
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 ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
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 ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...