Tennyson (Arthur Weir Poems)
The noble lion groweth old, The weight of years his eyesight dims, And strength deserts his mighty limbs,His once warm ...
Poems about slants (21 Poems)
Blight (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,— Rough stalks, and from thick stamens ...
Violet Moore and Bert Moore (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
Beauty (Edward Thomas Poems)
What does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No man, woman, or child alive could please Me now. ...
On Carpaccio’s Picture (Amy Lowell Poems)
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
The Airman (George Hadley Templeton Eades Poems)
If I should die, don't think of me at allunless world-weary, you prefer like meto waste your life against life's ...
A Day in Spring at Maidstone (D A Poems)
A sun-beam slants along that line of trees,Mottling those frosty boughs with beauteous shade,Whose leafy skirts, swayed by the passing ...
On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula (Amy Lowell Poems)
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Tilt’n Hilton (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
We do not play on Graves (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We do not play on Graves -- Because there isn't Room -- Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants ...
Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore (Conrad Aiken Poem)
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
Beauty (Edward Thomas Poems)
WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, No man, woman, or child alive could please Me now. ...
Moonlight (Vita Sackville-West Poems)
What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of builded ...
White Shoulders (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter. Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders. Where the ...
Flux (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SAND of the sea runs red Where the sunset reaches and quivers. Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the ...
Kin (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BROTHER, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother-- Not for years, anyhow; Maybe ...
Omaha (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RED barns and red heifers spot the green grass circles around Omaha-the farmers haul tanks of cream and wagon loads ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Blight (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,- Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous ...
She is Overheard Singing (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, But my ...