Oh, She is Old (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Decade, double digits and all of that Today is her birthday so give a cheer for the divine Miss ...
Poems about vein (40 Poems)
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
To The Nightingale (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, ...
The Tradesman and the Scholar (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
At the grave of Anastasia Baluk – Cross Stone (Ian Emberson Poem)
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
Mithridates (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
He Loves Me (Mark van Doren Poem)
That God should love me is more wonderful Than that I so imperfectly love him. My reason is mortality, and ...
Sonnet L: As in Some Countries (Michael Drayton Poem)
As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his ...
Sonnet XLII: Some Men There Be (Michael Drayton Poem)
Some men there be which like my method well And much commend the strangeness of my vein; Some say I ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Heroic Stanzas (John Dryden Poem)
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
If I Could But Forget (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days, When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of ...
Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet With Artery and Vein -- Upon its fastened Lips lay words -- ...
Again — his voice is at the door — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Again -- his voice is at the door -- I feel the old Degree -- I hear him ask the ...
The name — of it — is “Autumn” — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
Drug Trial (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
The Thread of Truth (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
Arhan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Arhan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Sonnet (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy ...
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 ...
Snake (John Burnside Poem)
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
III. O Thou, whose stern command and precepts pure… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure (Tho' agony in every vein should start, And slowly drain the blood-drops ...
To The Dead (Frank Bidart Poem)
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...