With God – 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing on the rock with God in the breach wearing his armor standing against the enemy the challenges of this ...
Poems about ridge (31 Poems)
With God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing on the rock with our Creator, with God in the breach wearing his armor standing against the enemy the ...
A Flock of Turkeys (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Up on the ridge line the farthest part of the hill a flock of turkeys eating in the grass Out ...
A Face in the Curtain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A face smiled at me from across the room caught in the shadows and folds of the floral patterned valance ...
Paradise Sunset (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust pale canary yellow, bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt sudden ...
To E.T. (Robert Frost Poem)
I slumbered with your poems on my breast Spread open as I dropped them half-read through Like dove wings on ...
Fishermen (James A. Emanuel Poem)
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
Hamatreya (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed 'twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held ...
How far is it to Heaven? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way -- Of River or of Ridge beyond Was ...
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
The Winter Scene (Bliss Carman Poem)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Metrical Feet (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill ...
Directions (Billy Collins Poem)
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
A Bay In Anglesey (John Betjeman Poem)
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet (Jane Austen Poem)
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Bianca Among The Nightingales (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...