Poetry.net »

Search results for: conies

Yee yee! We've found 20 poems matching conies.

Letter to S.S. from Mametz Wood
Robert Graves
and passed away. You’ll see where mountain conies grapple With prayer and creed in their rock chaRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
Of the Mean and Sure Estate
Sir Thomas Wyatt
hath his wit so bad To set his hay for conies over rivers, Ne ye set not a drag-net for anRate it:

(2.00 / 1 vote)
A Translation Of The CIV. Psalm To The Original Sense
Sir Henry Wotton
climing Goats on hills securely feed, The mining Conies shroud in rocky Cells: Nor can the heavenlyRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Eve
Christina Georgina Rossetti
raven perched on high Forgot his ration; The conies in their rock, A feeble nation, Quaked sympatheRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
from Venus and Adonis
William Shakespeare
their smell, And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
He Had Not Where to Lay His Head
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
The conies had their hiding-place, The wily fox with stealthy tread A covert found, but Christ, the Lord, Had not a place to lay his head. The...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Midnight—September 19, 1881
John Boyle O'Reilly
honors fade—his younger life In peaceful Mentor conies, with dear old friends; His mother's arms Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Nod
Walter de la Mare
quick and green with briar, From their sand the conies creep; And all the birds that fly in heaven Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Of the Mean and Sure Estate
David McKee Wright
that hath his wit so bad To set his hay for conies over rivers, Ne ye set not a drag-net for an haRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Of the Mean and Sure Estate Written to John Poins
Sir Thomas Wyatt
that hath his wit so bad To set his hay for conies over rivers, Ne ye set not a drag-net for an Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
James Thomson
goats resort, And on bleak rocks the nimble conies sport. The changing moon he clad with silver lRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Satire II:The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse
Sir Thomas Wyatt
that hath his wit so bad To set his hay for conies over rivers, [snares for rabbits] Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Sunshine
Robert William Service
unvintageable North. III In Muskrat Land the conies leap, The wavies linger in their flight; The Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Termarter Sorce
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
a single bloke. While I am boilin' 'ot, Doreen conies out To call me fer me mornin' cup o' tea. I Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse
Sir Thomas Wyatt
that hath his wit so bad To set his hay for conies over rivers, Ne ye set not a drag net for an haRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ginestra,
Count Giacomo Leopardi
coiled, Lie basking in the sun, And where the conies timidly To their familiar burrows run, Were chRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Land
Rudyard Kipling
his evening faggot under which my conies ran, And summons him to judgment? I would sooner summons PRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lost Pyx: A Mediaeval Legend
Thomas Hardy
from the brakes among; And badgers grey, and conies keen, And squirrels of the tree, And manRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Squaw Man
Robert William Service
grasses grow, The rivers where the careless conies leap. Beyond the silent Circle, where white men Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
With Mine Own Petard
Ambrose Bierce
shins. Though mild the stroke Bards, like the conies, are 'a feeble folk,' Fearing all noises but tRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)

We need you!

Help us build the largest human-edited poetry collection on the web!