The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Poems about sometime (31 Poems)
A Blue Valentine (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of ...
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 ...
On The Sea (John Keats Poem)
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell ...
O Cool Is the Valley Now (James Joyce Poem)
O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where ...
Death (Thomas Hood Poem)
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these ...
The Naked And The Nude (Robert Graves Poem)
For me, the naked and the nude (By lexicographers construed As synonyms that should express The same deficiency of dress ...
The Costs to Society (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Something yet unseen but the prophesies will come the warnings that were spoken the shadows of these cuts The costs ...
At the Age of Thirty (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not sometime earlier nothing much known of the life of Jesus until He came to the Jordan At the age ...
Given us a Savior (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not sometime in the future not a prophesy of another time Zechariah speaking, filled with the spirit for God has ...
The Lyttel Boy (Eugene Field Poem)
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
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 ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Sonnet XXIV: I Hear Some Say (Michael Drayton Poem)
I hear some say, "This man is not in love." "What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say; "Read ...
It would never be Common — more — I said (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
To Brooklyn Bridge (Hart Crane Poem)
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
Why Washington Retreated (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
1775 Said Congress to George Washington: "To set this country free, You'll have to whip the Britishers And chase them ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
To The Whore Who Took My Poems (Charles Bukowski Poem)
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
75. Halloween (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? (William Shakespeare Poem)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Paradise Lost: Book 09 (John Milton Poems)
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Il Penseroso (John Milton Poems)
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
L’Allegro (John Milton Poems)
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...