The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Poems about rails (31 Poems)
The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
The Drover’s Sweetheart (Henry Lawson Poems)
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
The Roaring Days (Henry Lawson Poem)
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
The Rhyme of the Three Captains (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
The Ballad of the “Bolivar” (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON’S CHAPEL (Robert Herrick Poems)
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
from imperfect Eden (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Train (Bernadette Geyer Poem)
Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train's whistle. Train ...
Swimming Free (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She hung on the ladder's rails unwilling to leave their safety out into the lake, even in my arms Slowly ...
Daggers of Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cascade, a crescendo a waterfall a torrent daggers of ice, hanging from the rusty fire escape, menacing, hanging frozen ...
Reformation (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, ...
Jazzanatomy (James A. Emanuel Poem)
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
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 ...
Song of a Train (John Davidson Poem)
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
The Red Flower (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
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 ...
What does it take? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is the current rate of global warming a serious and cogent warning? Do we need to think about the fact ...
Early Nightingale (John Clare Poem)
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata (Robert Burns Poems)
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Layover (Charles Bukowski Poems)
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
Wisdom of Hafiz: the Philosopher Takes to Racing (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
A Dream of the Melbourne Cup (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...