How to Love a Monster, by Sylvia Parker
For Peter Lorre Only when I'm lost in your emb...
Animal Poems
Ever Watchful, by Ta' Abbata Sharra
Nor exults he nor complains he; silent bears wh...
If this is how God paints, by Tabitha Bird
If His brush strokes are the green carpet of mo...
Arcadia, by Teresa Hooley
Bareheaded to winds of summer,
Through the su...
Beauty Eternal, by Teresa Hooley
To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of ...
In a Wild Garden, by Teresa Hooley
Men cut down the trees here,
Years ago.
Now ...
Inheritance, by Teresa Hooley
The shadow of a flying bird
Dark on a dew-whit...
September, by Teresa Hooley
The swallows wheel about the sky,
Trying thei...
Easy Friends, by Theognis of Megara
Never engage with a poltroon or craven--
Avoid...
Human Nature, by Theognis of Megara
Learn, Kurnus, learn to bear an easy mind;
...
The Poet and His Muse, by Theognis of Megara
You soar aloft, and over land and wave
Are bo...
Poverty, by Theognis of Megara
For noble minds, the worst of miseries,
Wors...
A Time for Wine, by Theognis of Megara
Now that in mid career, checking his force,
...
The Ghost of Love, by Theophilus Marzials
The wan witch at the creepy midnight hour,
Wh...
The Love Token, by Theophilus Marzials
She has griffins twain to guard her gate,
A m...
The Battle of Naseby, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
Oh! Wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the...
Horatius, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...
Alaska, by Thomas Campbell
ANGEL of life! Thy glittering wings explore
Ea...
Freedom and Love, by Thomas Campbell
How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love...
Lord Ullin's Daughter, by Thomas Campbell
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries,...
Ask Me No More Where Jove Bestows, by Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June ...
Arnold at Stillwater, by Thomas Dunn English
Benedict Arnold at the Battle of Stillwater, 1...
A Thunderstorm in Town, by Thomas Hardy
A Reminiscence: 1893 She wore a new 'terra-cot...
Matin Song, by Thomas Heywood
Pack, clouds, away! And welcome, day!
With ...
On the Death of the Giraffe, by Thomas Hood
They say, God wot!
She died upon the spot:
...