Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Poems about scotch (26 Poems)
Woodchucks (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
To Various Persons Talked To All At Once (Kenneth Koch Poem)
You have helped hold me together. I'd like you to be still. Stop talking or doing anything else for a ...
Book Ends (Tony Harrison Poem)
I Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead we chew it slowly that last apple pie. Shocked into sleeplessness you're ...
Whiskey Tasting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie (Robert Burns Poems)
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
10. The Ronalds of the Bennals (Robert Burns Poem)
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
171. Burlesque Lament fo Wm. Creech’s Absence (Robert Burns Poems)
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
88. The Author’s Earnest Cry and Prayer (Robert Burns Poems)
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
59. Death and Dr. Hornbook (Robert Burns Poems)
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
New Mexico (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
Big Night On The Town (Charles Bukowski Poems)
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
The Poetry Reading (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
Hot (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
“We’re All Australians Now” (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we ...
Jock (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He's continually ...
A Tribute to Mr J. Graham Henderson, The World’s Fair Judge (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Thrice welcome home to Hawick, Mr J. Graham Henderson, For by your Scotch tweeds a great honour you have won; ...
Lines in Praise of Mr. J. Graham Henderson, Hawick (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Success to Mr J. Graham Henderson, who is a good man, And to gainsay it there's few people can, I ...
Lines in Praise of Professor Blackie (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Alas! the people's hearts are now full of sorrow For the deceased Professor Blackie, of Edinboro'; Because he was a ...
An Expostulation to Lord King (Thomas Moore Poems)
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament (John Milton Poems)
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord, And with stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie To seise the widdow'd whore ...