904 match(es) found in poems


Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Langston Hughes

Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell

Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Henry David Thoreau

Songs Of Innocence: Introduction

Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee
William Blake

Two Tramps In Mud Time

Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
Robert Frost

The Delight Song Of Tsoai-Talee

I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
Navarre Scott Momaday

I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)

I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes--
Emily Dickinson

Introduction To The Songs Of Innocence

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
William Blake

Time And Time And Time Again

Time and time and time
David Keig

Intima (Intimate)

Yo te diré los sueños de mi vida
Delmira Agustini

Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet

Overhead the tree-tops meet,
Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet;
Robert Browning

Meg Merrilies

OLD Meg she was a gipsy;
And liv'd upon the moors:
John Keats

Topsy-Turvy World

IF the butterfly courted the bee,
And the owl the porcupine;
William Brighty Rands

An Old Twenty-Third Man

“Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine,
Marching below, and we still gulping wine?”
Robert Graves

The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung

The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung—
Emily Dickinson

Trust Thou Thy Love

TRUST thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?
John Ruskin

Sonnet 30 - I See Thine Image Through My Tears To-Night

I see thine image through my tears to-night,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
William Shakespeare

Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
William Shakespeare

On Turning Twenty-One

On Turning Twenty-One
(the sound, the fury)
Glenn Bagshaw

Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
William Shakespeare

Two—were Immortal Twice

Two—were immortal twice—
Emily Dickinson

I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing

I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Emily Dickinson

The Twenty-Third Psalm

My Shepherd is the Lord my God,--
There is no want I know;
Eugene Field

A Mean In Our Means

Though frankincense the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Robert Herrick

Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I

Three times—we parted—Breath—and I—
Emily Dickinson

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