The Song Of Iron (Lola Ridge Poems)
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
Poems about octaves (14 Poems)
Atlantis (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
A Friend Indeed (Hattie Howard Poems)
If every friend who meditates In soft, unspoken thought With winning courtesy and tact The doing of a kindly act To cheer some lonely ...
Sometimes (Jonas Aistis Poems)
Sometimes I'll sit there all eveningAnd not find one word.Yet some nights are filled with rhyme schemes,Sonnets and rondeaus!I saw ...
Summum Bonum (Louise Imogen Guiney Poems)
Waiting on Him who knows us and our need,Most need have we to dare not, nor desire,But as He giveth, ...
Sunday Chimes in the City (Louise Imogen Guiney Poems)
Across the bridge, where in the morning blowThe wrinkled tide turns homeward, and is fainHomeward to drag the balck sea-goer's ...
Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto XII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
What One Says To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers (Arthur Rimbaud Poems)
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
Newfoundland (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
Here the tides flow,And here they ebb;Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of watersHeld under bonds to moveAround unpeopled shores-Moon-driven ...
The Poet’s Child (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
Lines addressed to the daughter of Richard Dalton Williams.Child of the heart of a child of sweetest song! The poet's ...
A Song (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
Written in an Album.Pure faced page! waiting so long To welcome my muse and me;Fold to thy breast, like a ...
The Angel and the Girl (Edwin Muir Poems)
The angel and the girl are metEarth was the only meeting place.For the embodied never yetTravelled beyond the shore of ...
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 ...
The Soul’s Expression (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and ...