They Couldn’t Wait (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Eager arms pulling mine, transferring the bag with the loot from one hand to another depending on which side of ...
Poems about quest (47 Poems)
Southward (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
Crouched in the blackberry bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
A Journey of Treasure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
Mary smith (Eugene Field Poem)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Horace iii. 13 (Eugene Field Poem)
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A ...
Ballad of women i love (Eugene Field Poem)
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The Ear-Maker And The Mould-Mender (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Misgiving (Robert Frost Poem)
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Lifeguard (James Dickey Poem)
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
Victor Hugo (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
The Glory of Ships (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Shelley (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Light Between the Trees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
Life (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; Not hurrying to, nor ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Grief is a Mouse — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
For every Bird a Nest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
When We Were Young (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
To keep the ambience alive (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
Thinking of an Afterlife (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When was the beginning, in the fertilising, in the flower, or was it deeper, in the earth beneath? No end ...
The perfect cup (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
Athritic Fingers Have To Last (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
Self-Acquaintance (William Cowper Poem)
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it ...
To Emily Dickinson (Hart Crane Poem)
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...