The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about sob (31 Poems)
In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Skunk Hour (Robert Lowell Poem)
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
The Mother Poem (two) (Jackie Kay Poem)
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
The Long Trail (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
L’Envoi (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
The Ballad of Fisher’s Boarding-House (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
The Prodigal Son (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
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 ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Japanese lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
There’s something quieter than sleep (Emily Dickinson Poems)
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast -- And will not ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The Palace of Humbug (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
Lays of Sorrow (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Dream Song 23: The Lay of Ike (John Berryman Poem)
This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?"awkâ?" who has been runningâ?"erâ?"erâ?"things in recentâ?"echâ?" ...
Beacons (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
Rosalind’s Scroll (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim’s Point (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Sonnet 41 – I thank all who have loved me in their hearts (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to ...
The Cry Of The Children (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...