Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book II. (John Gay Poems)
Of Walking the Streets by Day.Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught ...
Poems about plumbs (15 Poems)
British Georgics. July (James Grahame Poems)
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
A Day: An Epistle (John Armstrong Poems)
Escap'd from London now four Moons, and more,I greet gay Wilkes from Fulda's wasted Shore,Where cloath'd with Woods a hundred ...
The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
The Shepherds Calendar – December-Christmass (John Clare Poems)
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Liberty (Caroline Maxwell Poems)
THE SPARROW'S ADDRESS TO THE COOK MAIDS. YE gentle cookmaids, oh! in pity spare,The various fragments from your plenteous boardThe ...
The Lodes That Under-lie (Edwin Greenslade Murphy Poems)
O, calm and clear the liar liesWho writes reports on mines;Behold what knowledge deep and wiseHis legend intertwines.But ah, if ...
Distemper. (Frank Sidgwick Poems)
The piano and my writing-desk are covered with a pall And charwomen and chimney-sweeps foregather in the hall; But the ...
Cold-Blooded (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Man, the egregious egoist(In mystery the twig is bent)Imagines, by some mental twist,That he alone is sentientOf the intolerable loadThat ...
The Layers of Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
A Tale of the Miser and the Poet (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Cold-Blooded Creatures (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Man, the egregious egoist (In mystery the twig is bent) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...