The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Autumn Poems (1561 Poems)
Shower (Les Murray Poems)
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
John Rouat the Fisherman (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
The Battle of Corunna (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1808, and in the autumn of the year, Napoleon resolved to crush Spain and Portugal ...
Drink of This Cup (Thomas Moore Poems)
Drink of this cup; -- you'll find there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk ...
Go Where Glory Waits Thee (Thomas Moore Poems)
Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To ...
Autumn Song (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
Now's the time when children's noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me ...
What The Dog Perhaps Hears (Lisel Mueller Poems)
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound ...
King Arthur’s Tomb (William Morris Poems)
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
Love’s Gleaning Tide (William Morris Poems)
Draw not away thy hands, my love, With wind alone the branches move, And though the leaves be scant above ...
Sir Galahad, a Christmas Mystery (William Morris Poems)
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. (Andrew Marvell Poems)
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
The Death of Cromwell (Andrew Marvell Poems)
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
The Death Of Autumn (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like aged ...
The Leaf And The Tree (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...
And Yet The Books (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As shining chestnuts ...
Hare Drummer (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's For cider, after school, in late September? Or gather hazel nuts ...
Paradise Lost: Book 04 (John Milton Poems)
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Autumn Daybreak (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
The Widening Spell Of Leaves (Larry Levis Poems)
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
London Poets (Amy Levy Poems)
(In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, ...
Tortoise Family Connections (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
Ballad of Another Ophelia (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
At the Window (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters Something which sets the black poplars ashake with ...
Dolor of Autumn (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore ...
Among Children (Philip Levine Poems)
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
Father (Philip Levine Poems)
The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house ...
The Rains (Philip Levine Poems)
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
The Return (Philip Levine Poems)
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
Black Stone On Top Of Nothing (Philip Levine Poems)
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...