Hiawatha’s Friends (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Poems about pitched (31 Poems)
A Tale of Two Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
The Legend of Evil (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
Witness (Anthony Hecht Poem)
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which ...
No Worst, There Is None. Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, ...
The Early Purges (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
“I Have Lived With Shades” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
I Have Lived With Shades (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, ...
Until the Return of Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The war raging inside each heart the Spirit fighting that we would live in Christ The world counting on the ...
Pitch the Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
Pitched Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A tent was pitched a giant canopy used to bluster and boldness many parties, celebrations still sitting alone, sad, lonely ...
Nightfall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sun drops behind the shore, The sky aglow. Nightfall on the water. I pull and push The canoe away ...
Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Meeting Grounds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Two Tramps In Mud Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
Loud Music (Stephen Dobyns Poem)
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
To A Fallen Elm (John Clare Poem)
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
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 ...
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 ...
To Summer (William Blake Poems)
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
Lorelei (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
Bucolics (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
Grace Darling (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
The Battle of Flodden Field (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas on the 9th of September, a very beautiful day, That a numerous English army came in grand array, And ...
The Wreck of the Abercrombie Robinson (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Twas in the year of 1842 and on the 27th of May That six Companies of the 91st Regiment with ...
Paradise Lost: Book 12 (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...