An Old Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
Poems about scandal (31 Poems)
The Female of the Species (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
An American (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
On Fame (John Keats Poem)
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes ...
Birthday (Autobiography) (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Seventy years ago my mother labored to bear me, A twelve-pound baby with a big head, Her first, it was ...
Paragraphs from a Day-Book (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
Lent (George Herbert Poem)
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
Her Death And After (Thomas Hardy Poem)
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
Reaping the Whirlwind – v3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Divine retribution, for false piety setting oneself as separate, as knowing God then choosing to do evil, a person, a ...
The Spectacles (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
The Psalter (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Picture (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
The Curse (John Berryman Poem)
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
454. Epistle from Esopus to Maria (Robert Burns Poems)
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
133. The Brigs of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
EPISTLE II: TO A LADY (Of the Characters of Women) (Alexander Pope Poems)
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot (Alexander Pope Poems)
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Aftermath (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
The Little Old Lady in Lavender Silk (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I was seventy-seven, come August, I shall shortly be losing my bloom; I've experienced zephyr and raw gust And (symbolical) ...
Modern Love XLV: It Is the Season (George Meredith Poems)
It is the season of the sweet wild rose, My Lady's emblem in the heart of me! So golden-crownèd shines ...
Dora Williams (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just ...
Rosie Roberts (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I was sick, but more than that, I was mad At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life. ...
Editor Whedon (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...