The Bludy Serk (Robert Henryson Poems)
This hindir zeir i hard be taldThair was a worthy kingDukis erlis and barronis baldHe had at his biddingThe lord ...
Poems about zing (13 Poems)
Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time (William Barnes Poems)
A.Back here, but now, the jobber JohnCome by, an' cried, 'Well done, zing on,I thought as I come down the ...
The White Road Up Athirt The Hill (William Barnes Poems)
WHEN high hot zuns da strik right down,An' burn our zweaty fiazen brown,An' zunny hangens that be nighBe back'd by ...
The Blackbird (William Barnes Poems)
Ov all the birds upon the wingBetween the zunny showers o' spring,-Vor all the lark, a-swingen high,Mid zing below a ...
Een Psalm Des Levens (Jan Jakob Lodewijk ten Kate Poems)
Wat het hart van den jongeling tot den psalmist zeide.Zing niet jammrend, dat het leven Als een le(Jan Jakob Lodewijk ten ...
Bees (Roland Robinson Poems)
From the hollow trees in their native homethem old fellows cut the honeycomb.On honey and little white grubs they fed,'cause ...
Rhapsody (Frank O Hara Poems)
515 Madison Avenuedoor to heaven? portalstopped realities and eternal licentiousnessor at least the jungle of impossible eagernessyour marble is bronze ...
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of ...
Improved Farm Land (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon. Here the roots of a half-mile ...
Easter Zunday (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Easter Zunday (William Barnes Poem)
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut. I've been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and ...
A Song Of The Sandbags (Robert William Service Poems)
No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though ...