Shelley’s Skylark (The neighbourhood of Leghorn: March) (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
Poems about slopes (31 Poems)
snowdrop blaze (Rg Gregory Poem)
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
in search of milk and paradise (Rg Gregory Poem)
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
A Dedication (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The Farewell XXVIII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
Smells of the Wood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
Your Final Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
Snow in the Trees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
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 ...
Meticulous (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
On a Prospect of T’ai-shan (Tu Fu Poems)
How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and Lu one never loses sight ...
A Hillside Thaw (Robert Frost Poem)
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million ...
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 ...
Acon (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail ...
Sympathy (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
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 Old Vicarage, Granchester (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
Dream Song 87: Op. posth. no. 10 (John Berryman Poem)
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Love Among The Ruins (Robert Browning Poem)
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Eyesight (A. R. Ammons Poem)
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Bianca Among The Nightingales (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...