The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Poems about spiring (16 Poems)
A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace (John Oxenham Poems)
_With hearts responsive And enfranchised eyes, We thank Thee, Lord,--_For all things beautiful, and good, and true;For things that seemed not good ...
Atlantis (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
Clouds (Denise Levertov Poems)
The clouds as I see them, risingurgently, roseate in themounting of somber powersurging in evening haste overroofs and hermeticgrim walls-Last ...
The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
They spoke of Progress spiring round,Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward--It is not true to say I frowned,Or ran about ...
God’s Acre (Blanche Edith Baughan Poems)
'NEATH the spiring of spruces Above the blue sea, Lo, a field of white crosses, A garden of ...
The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IV (William Blake Poems)
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Blood And The Moon (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
The Two Trees (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all ...
The Last Tournament (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt) (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
Learning the Trees (Howard Nemerov Poems)
Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That's done indoors, Out of ...
In Absence. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...