The Sinner and The Spider (John Bunyan Poems)
Sinner.What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?Spider.I am a spider-------Sinner.A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.Spider.Not filthy as thyself ...
Poems about spinner (13 Poems)
Love’s Servile Lot (Robert Southwell Poems)
LOVE, mistress is of many minds,Yet few know whom they serve;They reckon least how little LoveTheir service doth deserve.The will ...
Spear Thistle (John Clare Poems)
Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown scant grass pining after showers,And winds go fanning up and down The little strawy ...
Ah, Greet The Day (Patience Worth Poems)
Ah, greet the day, which, like a golden butterfly,Hovereth 'twixt the night and morn;And welcome her fullness-the hours 'mid shadowAnd ...
Spinning (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days;I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways;I know each ...
The Spinner (Madeline S Bridges Poems)
THE SPINNER twisted her slender thread As she sat and spun: "The earth and the heavens are mine," she said, "And the moon ...
Song (Leonora Speyer Poems)
If I could sing the song of the dawn,The carolling word of leaf or bird,And the sun-waked fern uncurling thereI ...
The Kalevala – Rune XV (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
The Kalevala – Rune XVI (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
The Boy On The Moor (Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff Poems)
'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare When the eddies of peat-smoke justle, When the wraiths of ...
Lines On The Loss Of The “Titanic” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
The Convergence Of The Twain (Thomas Hardy Poem)
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
Our New Horse (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...