The Face On The Barroom Floor (Hugh Antoine D Arcy Poems)
'TWAS a balmy summer evening, and a goodly crowd was there,Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom, on the corner of the ...
Poems about toby (14 Poems)
Jack Cornstalk (Henry Lawson Poems)
I met with Jack Cornstalk in London to-day,He saw me and coo-eed from over the way.Oh! the solemn-faced Londoners stared ...
Opening The Window (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THUS I lift the sash, so longShut against the flight of song;All too late for vain excuse,--Lo, my captive rhymes ...
Toby (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!-Dead? The silence is a flood That closes, choking, overhead, And chills the living blood. The leaping friend, whose jolly bark Was ...
Woe! to the just occasion that compels (Christopher Anstey Poems)
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter XIII (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Public Breakfast. Motives for the same.--A List of the ...
Books (Alexander Anderson Poems)
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter IX (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter XII (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Sterne (Alexander Anderson Poems)
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Philadelphia (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"Brother Square-Toes"--Rewards and Fairies. If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. ...
Is it true, dear Sue? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn't like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I ...
Leaving Early (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...