THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
Poems about spotted (31 Poems)
RAIN IN SUMMER (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
Villanelle At Sundown (Donald Justice Poem)
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
Exiles (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Death Of A Naturalist (Seamus Heaney Poem)
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
equanimity (Rg Gregory Poem)
october stops the pretence that somehow summer should still be loitering around it walks through the garden hanging the spiders ...
Strong Beer (Robert Graves Poem)
"What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?" "Strong beer," said I. "There's a place for everything, Everything, ...
Vespers (Louise Gluck Poem)
In your extended absence, you permit me use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must report failure in ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
On Going Unnoticed (Robert Frost Poem)
As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you ...
When we stand on the tops of Things (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When we stand on the tops of Things -- And like the Trees, look down -- The smoke all cleared ...
He told a homely tale (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
Civilization — spurns — the Leopard! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! Was the Leopard -- bold? Deserts -- never rebuked her Satin -- Ethiop -- ...
“Unto Me?” I do not know you — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Unto Me?" I do not know you -- Where may be your House? "I am Jesus -- Late of Judea ...
The Butterfly’s Numidian Gown (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish roasted on Is proof against the Sun Yet prone to shut its ...
She died at play, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn Upon a ...
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old ...
My River runs to thee (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My River runs to thee -- Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply -- Oh Sea -- look ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms -- And leaves the Shreds behind -- Oh Housewife in the Evening West -- Come ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Inferno Canto 01 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lines Written in Kensington Gardens (Matthew Arnold Poem)
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Future (Matthew Arnold Poem)
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...