Mulholland’s Contract (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, An' the pens broke up on the ...
Poems about sundays (29 Poems)
LoveSpell: Against Endings (Erica Jong Poem)
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
The Ballad of Persse O’Reilly (James Joyce Poems)
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
Allegory (Thomas Hood Poem)
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast ...
To a Fish (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
Sunday (George Herbert Poem)
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th'endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by ...
Sin (George Herbert Poem)
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws;-they send ...
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 ...
Those Winter Sundays (Robert Hayden Poem)
Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands ...
The Respectable Burgher on “The Higher Criticism” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
handyman (Rg Gregory Poem)
the two hands of me make inimical gestures that only long after betray the one tune though they have the ...
THE WALKING BELL (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A CHILD refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes On Sundays ...
HANS SACHS’ POETICAL MISSION. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Worship God Always (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not just on Sundays all the days of the weeks worship God always singing praises to our king Share with ...
all we do and think (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All we do, all we think the words of our mouths the way we walk in life all is in ...
A New Truth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The new thing happening deep in our hearts not new members but each of us transformed Being fed on Sunday ...
Every Moment Holy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rethinking our lives so we were challenged what it means to worship faith in our fiber in every moment of ...
Hen’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
English Flavors (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
In Defence of the Bush (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
The Road to Hogan’s Gap (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
The Passing of Gundagai (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
Guinevere at Her Fireside (Dorothy Parker Poems)
A nobler king had never breath- I say it now, and said it then. Who weds with such is wed ...
Henry Phipps (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I was the Sunday school superintendent, The dummy president of the wagon works And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas ...
Curriculum Vitae (Lisel Mueller Poems)
1992 1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea. 2) In the year of my birth, ...
The Red Shirt (Philip Levine Poems)
"...his poems that no one reads anymore become dust, wind, nothing, like the insolent colored shirt he bought to die ...