A Tulip Spade (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ace of spades, in living flesh, silken skin of the shy tulip Petals praying clasped together for the warming rays ...
Poems about silken (47 Poems)
Milkweed Bouquet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a bloom of tongues, tasting the fall air, a shepherd's hook of a milkweed plant heavy pod drawn to ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Lady button-eyes (Eugene Field Poem)
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut in America (Philip Freneau Poem)
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Full Moon (Tu Fu Poem)
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across ...
The Silken Tent (Robert Frost Poem)
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
Dirge (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
Journey Of The Magi (T. S. Eliot Poem)
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
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 ...
The Vain King (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
The Bait (John Donne Poem)
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal ...
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually His ...
Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress (Richard Crashaw Poem)
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Hymn to Pan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Hymn to Pan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The successful man has thrust himself (Stephen Crane Poem)
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
For A Poet (Countee Cullen Poem)
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth, And laid them away in a box of gold; Where long ...
The Lang Coortin’ (Lewis Carroll Poems)
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
Insects (John Clare Poem)
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
The Daughter Of The Year (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poem)
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...