The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
Poems about phonograph (15 Poems)
Night In State Street (Harriet Monroe Poems)
Art thou he?-The seer and sage, the hero and lover-yea,The man of men, then away from the haughtydayCome with me!Ho-ho! ...
The Vote of Thanks Debate (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
A Gotham Garden of Verses (Franklin P. Adams Poems)
IIn summer when the days are hotThe subway is delayed a lot;In winter, quite the selfsame thing;In autumn also, and ...
Evening Dawn (Henrikas Radauskas Poems)
A young dancer lies near the heartOf the hoary world. A phonographScratches through a finished recordRustling like the wind. And ...
Ego Recording (Isobel Stone Poems)
I am a record on the phonograph of time,Music of the world is wovenInto grooves of me.There will be an ...
A Phonograph (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Hark! what his fellow-warblers heardAnd uttered in the light,Their phonograph, the mocking-bird,Repeats to them at night. (John Bannister Tabb)
Transcriptio (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the ...
The Instructiphone (Carolyn Wells Poems)
There was a youthful genius once, a boy of thirteen years, Named Cyrus Franklin Edison Lavoisier De Squeers. To study ...
Address of Spirit to Body (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
MANSION assigned me by Eternal Love,While on this lower stage I play my part,In prelude to the harmonies above,How wonderful ...
Sanctuary Scorned [1936] (C J Dennis Poems)
Oh, is there not one place on earthWhere man's goodwill has gone from birthThro' adolescence, with its rage,Into a kindly, ...
What Home’s Intended For (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
When the young folks gather 'round in the good old-fashioned way,Singin' all the latest songs gathered from the newest play,Or ...
1926 (Weldon Kees Poem)
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
Transcription Of Organ Music (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...