Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Poems about rifle (31 Poems)
Trooper Campbell (Henry Lawson Poem)
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
Every Man Should have a Rifle (Henry Lawson Poem)
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the ...
Here Died (Henry Lawson Poem)
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
The Perch (Galway Kinnell Poem)
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
The Young British Soldier (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Tomlinson (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The ‘eathen (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
The Ballad of East and West (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
A Hill (Anthony Hecht Poem)
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
Wolf Knife (Donald Hall Poem)
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
From The Frontier Of Writing (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make ...
Not Fear (Rafael Guillen Poem)
Not fear. Maybe, out there somewhere, the possibility of fear; the wall that might tumble down, because it's for sure ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
Rita And The Rifle (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
Something to shout about (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Bretton Wood (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Prayer (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Dream Song 9: Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill (John Berryman Poem)
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
The Sentry (Wilfred Owen Poems)
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
General Roberts in Afghanistan (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1878, and. the winter had set in, Lord Roberts and the British Army their march ...
The Battle of Atbara (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Ye Sons of Great Britain, pray list to me, And I'll tell ye of a great victory. Where the British ...
In spring and summer winds may blow (Walter Savage Landor Poems)
In spring and summer winds may blow, And rains fall after, hard and fast; The tender leaves, if beaten low, ...