The Gift of the Sea (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
Poems about strained (31 Poems)
The Coastwise Lights (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
The Ballad of the King’s Jest (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
The Summit Redwood (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Only stand high a long enough time your lightning will come; that is what blunts the peaks of redwoods; But ...
A BROTHER IN NEED (Henrik Ibsen Poem)
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
The Dream of Eugene Aram (Thomas Hood Poem)
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
The Loss Of The Eurydice (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
Villanelle (Donald Hall Poem)
Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
Follower (Seamus Heaney Poem)
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
Wind (Ted Hughes Poem)
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
Treasure in Earthen Vessels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe even clay jars is too refined maybe the words of scripture holy treasure in earthen vessels made of the ...
Initial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
He strained my faith (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He strained my faith -- Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust -- Did it then -- yield? ...
Dead thoughts of corpses (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The Lang Coortin’ (Lewis Carroll Poems)
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Lonely Burial (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
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 ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
110. Epistle to a Young Friend (Robert Burns Poems)
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...