An After-Dinner Poem (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
Poems about zinc (14 Poems)
Witchcraft: New Style (Lascelles Abercrombie Poems)
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
Fixed Ideas (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
RANKS of electroplated cubes, dwindling to glitters,Like the other pasture, the trigonometry of marble,Death's candy-bed. Stone caked on stone,Dry pyramids ...
April Antidotes (Jessie Pope Poems)
IN the nonage of the year,When anemones appear,And the buffets of the breeze are soft as silk,When each sparrow spars ...
The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
The Escape of the Old Grey Squirrel (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything —Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor(Never a beggar-man, ...
Hopeful Hawkins (C J Dennis Poems)
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
Bobby’s Pocket (Carolyn Wells Poems)
Our Bobby is a little boy, of six years old, or so; And every kind of rubbish in his pocket ...
Little Sleep’s-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight (Galway Kinnell Poems)
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
Barmaid (William Ernest Henley Poem)
Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise, Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, And own that, if ...
Song of the Broad-Axe. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
The Bohemian Dreams (Robert William Service Poems)
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
Arms And The Boy (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all ...
The Mowed Hollow (Les Murray Poems)
When yellow leaves the sky they pipe it to the houses to go on making red and warm and floral ...