Rural Morning (John Clare Poems)
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
Poems about offal (16 Poems)
The Bull (Ralph Hodgson Poems)
See an old unhappy bull,Sick in soul and body both,Slouching in the undergrowthOf the forest beautiful,Banished from the herd he ...
The Ogre (Jared Barhite Poems)
There's an ogre abroad, boys, There's an ogre abroad, A three-handed monster That makes his abode In hamlet and city, In country and town, And revels ...
Ah Ling, The Leper (Edward George Dyson Poems)
UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slimeOf a brave and blusterous city met its misery ...
The Guest House (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
What imps are these that come with scowl and leer? Black motes upon the morning's amber beam, They crowd and float about ...
An Anthem Of Earth (Francis Thompson Poems)
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Cadet Grey – Canto II (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
The Bees and the Flies (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
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 ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
A Goodnight (William Carlos Williams Poems)
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
The Booby-Trap (Robert William Service Poems)
I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe -- Joe, my pal, and a good un ...
Flies (Robert William Service Poems)
I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily ...
Travels With John Hunter (Les Murray Poems)
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
Paradise Lost: Book 10 (John Milton Poems)
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...