The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Poems about promise (51 Poems)
Wild Grapes (Robert Frost Poem)
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
The Fear (Robert Frost Poem)
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
Good-by and Keep Cold (Robert Frost Poem)
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
Françoise And The Fruit Farmer (James A. Emanuel Poem)
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
Queen Matilda (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
Whispers of Immortality (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
To One In Bedlam (Ernest Dowson Poem)
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
Dunce Songs : 9 (Mark van Doren Poem)
Love me little, love me long, Then we neither can be wrong: You in giving, I in taking; There is ...
To My Dear Friend Mr. Congreve On His Commedy Call’d The Double Dealer (John Dryden Poems)
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Milton (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
“Mike Teavee…” (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
Television (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
One thing of it we borrow (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One thing of it we borrow And promise to return -- The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have ...
Better — than Music! For I — who heard it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Although I put away his life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
I often passed the village (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
Desires that you can only tame to know (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
Pedestrian ambitions (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
Crying to be written (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
The Myth of Arthur (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
In A London Square (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain ...
The Weeper (Richard Crashaw Poem)
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture (William Cowper Poems)
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
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 ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...