Henry the Seventh (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
Poems about pressed (51 Poems)
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
At the Gym (Mark Doty Poem)
This salt-stain spot marks the place where men lay down their heads, back to the bench, and hoist nothing that ...
America’s Prosperity (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
Acon (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail ...
As if I asked a common Alms (Emily Dickinson Poem)
As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, ...
As Watchers hang upon the East, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread -- As brooks in ...
To win a game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
No way of going back (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on ...
Free from intrusion (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
The Summer I Was Sixteen (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
The Song of Education (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
To Mary (William Cowper Poem)
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
The Great Western Plains (Hart Crane Poem)
The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
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 ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
The Rain Was Ending, And Light (Laurence Binyon Poem)
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
Opifex (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
Pain (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...