Beauty (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The question on "what is beauty" my mind immediately calling up the quote, "beauty is in the eye of the ...
English Poems (766 Poems)
Escalera, Escalera (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
Prayers of Peace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Prayers for peace rose up in many tongues from the congregation gathered round a new pole hewn by parishioner hands ...
Mr. Dana, of the New York Sun (Eugene Field Poem)
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
The Colonel (Carolyn Forche Poem)
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
Spires of the fireweed.. (Ian Emberson Poem)
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Canute the Great (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell of Canute, King of England, A native of Denmark was he, His hobbies was roving and raiding And ...
Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agi (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
To the Reader of These Sonnets (Michael Drayton Poem)
Into these Loves who but for Passion looks, At this first sight here let him lay them by And seek ...
The Battle Of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Cairo Jag (Keith Douglas Poem)
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
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. ...
Stand Fast! (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Many a phrase has the English language (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Many a phrase has the English language -- I have heard but one -- Low as the laughter of the ...
Olmecs rule (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The news is out, down Veracruz they found the evidence, Olmecs had the written word 400 years before Sumerians. A ...
POPPIES ON LUDLOW CASTLE (Willa Cather Poem)
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
Music, In A Foreign Language (Andrew Crumey Poem)
In a cafe, once more I heard Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes. Do they not say that ...
The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
The Englishman (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
St George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out ...
The World State (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Oh, how I love Humanity, With love so pure and pringlish, And how I hate the horrid French, Who never ...
The Rolling English Road (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
The Dirge of Wallace (Thomas Campbell Poem)
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
Age (Robert Creeley Poem)
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Constancy To An Ideal Object (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...