Our biggest fish (Eugene Field Poem)
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Poems about slender (51 Poems)
The Muleteer (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
The Shepherd And The Calm (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
The Man Bitten By Fleas (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
The Lyon And The Gnat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
The Valley’s Singing Day (Robert Frost Poems)
The sound of the closing outside door was all. You made no sound in the grass with your footfall, As ...
The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
The Onset (Robert Frost Poem)
Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Going for Water (Robert Frost Poem)
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Hesper (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Her eyes are like the evening air, Her voice is like a rose, Her lips are like a lovely song, ...
A Rondeau of College Rhymes (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Our college rhymes,--how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love's young dream That led our boyish hearts away From ...
Merry Autumn (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Deprived of other Banquet, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself -- At first -- a scant nutrition -- An insufficient Loaf -- But ...
Faith — is the Pierless Bridge (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -- Too slender ...
New Territory (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
The Strange Music (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack, But I wander like a minstrel with a ...
Tz’u No. 3 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Apology To Delia: For Desiring A Lock Of Her Hair (William Cowper Poem)
Delia, the unkindest girl on earth, When I besought the fair, That favour of intrinsic worth A ringlet of her ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
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!- ...
Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...