Dance of the Marionette (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He rose to speak of not one but the dance of two kings two men of different moment different weight ...
Poems about tunes (34 Poems)
When the Evening Darkens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
The Vernal Age (Philip Freneau Poem)
WHERE the pheasant roosts at night, Lonely, drowsy, out of sight, Where the evening breezes sigh Solitary, there stray I. ...
The Tree (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me ...
A Song (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Persuade me not, there is a Grace Proceeds from Silvia's Voice or Lute, Against Miranda's charming Face To make her ...
Jazzanatomy (James A. Emanuel Poem)
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
To James Whitcomb Riley (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
The Bells of Malines (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
The Morning after Woe (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
My Portion is Defeat — today — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
I think I was enchanted (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl -- I read that Foreign Lady -- The Dark -- ...
Better — than Music! For I — who heard it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Wind begun to rock the Grass With threatening Tunes and low -- He threw a Menace at the Earth ...
The Wind — tapped like a tired Man (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an ...
The Grass so little has to do (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
There’s a certain Slant of light, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons -- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes -- Heavenly Hurt, ...
Consciousness Of Our Return (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
And The Piper Dreams (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Self-Congratulation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
A Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Youth and Art (Robert Browning Poem)
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
343. Address to the shade of Thomson (Robert Burns Poem)
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...