A Meditation On Rhode-Island Coal (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
Poems about rhode (21 Poems)
Channing (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Not vainly did old poets tell,Nor vainly did old genius paintGod's great and crowning miracle,The hero and the saint!For even ...
Harriet Allen Ely, (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
Died at Providence, Rhode Island, April 27th, 1862, aged 7 years and 2months.Seven blest years our darling daughter, We have held ...
Geography (Hilda Conkling Poems)
I can tell balsam treesBy their grayish bluish silverish look of smoke.Pine trees fringe out.Hemlocks look like Christmas.The spruce tree ...
The Ancient Banner (Anonymous Americas Poems)
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
Guild’s Signal (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Two low whistles, quaint and clear: That was the signal the engineer--That was the signal that Guild, 'tis said--Gave to ...
The Weight of the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Called by the girls, to their shape starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools rocks drying in the ...
Casting the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Into the sea, the starfish casting them back into the living waters giving them a chance, an opportunity a choice ...
People of the Waters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Spiritual beings, on an earthly journey peoples of the waters, missionaries on the dry land finding those in pain those ...
Stars on the Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Metaphors of our lives choices we each must make living in relationship people of the water the living waters of ...
At the Water’s Edge (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
At the water's edge the tides licking at the stones, the rocks, shells, the sand lessons of the sermon real, ...
Venturing Out (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
calling me further venturing out into the ocean, deeper as if they had gone there before sisters together first time ...
In reverent mediation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A change in my gait, in my breathing walking on the rocks, on the beach in reverent mediation slowing my ...
Small Shells, Small Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the high tide mark at the place between the tides small shells, small stones beach glass made smooth in ...
In the Tidepools (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the rocks, the ledge, the outcropping of the glacier below the cliffs, the lighthouse small tidepools bits of warming ...
Someone Inside (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The whelk shell, a potential treasure just about the tideline as the tide was going out heavier than to be ...
The Weight of the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Called by the girls, to their shape the starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools the rocks drying ...
Cupped in my hand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Alive, moving in my hands the arms stretching, turning; already warmed, by the sun above a starfish, pulled from the ...
The Waves Sang Your Praise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A sweet fragrance a rousing chorus the waves sang your praise crashing on the rocks just after the turn of ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...