Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto II (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be ...
Poems about swaggers (17 Poems)
Elegy X (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying visionI may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!That of the ...
His Father (John O Brien Poems)
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
Fools (Joseph Warren Watson Poems)
There are Scores of fools among us -Bring your scales and plumb and square.Let them weigh and try each other ...
The Swashbuckler (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port; A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts, All pimple-puffed; the Falstaff-like resort Of fat debauchery, whose veined ...
Magpie (James Phillip McAuley Poems)
The magpie's mood is never surlyevery morning, wakening early,he gargles music in his throat,the liquid squabble of his throat.Its silver ...
The Stoush O’ Day (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
A Man’s A Man For A’ That (Charles Mackay Poems)
"A man's a man," says Robert Burns, "For a' that and a' that"; But though ...
The Border (Badger Clark Jr Poems)
When the dreamers of old Coronado,From the hills where the heat ripples run,Made a dust to the far ColoradoAnd wagged ...
Four Poems on the Countess of Dorchester (Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville Poems)
I. Sylvia, methinks you are unfit Sylvia, methinks you are unfit For your great Lord's embrace; For tho' we all ...
The Tint I cannot take-is best (Emily Dickinson Poems)
627The Tint I cannot take-is best-The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar-A Guinea at a sight-The fine-impalpable ...
Proud With the Spoils of Royal Cully (Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville Poems)
Proud with the spoils of royal cully, With false pretence to wit and parts, She swaggers like a batter'd bully ...
FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME SPRING (Robert Herrick Poem)
Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw'd are the snows; and ...
The Bobolink is gone — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Bobolink is gone -- The Rowdy of the Meadow -- And no one swaggers now but me -- The ...
The Tint I cannot take — is best — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
The Ballad Of Casey’s Billy-Goat (Robert William Service Poems)
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...