Classical Poems
| Title | Poet |
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A Brave Refrain
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,
And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost; |
by James Whitcomb Riley on 4/9/2010 |
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A Bread and Butter Letter
THERE is a willow grows beside a pool;
Its long gray branches sweep the marble rim; |
by Alice Duer Miller on 3/15/2012 |
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A Breeze Left For a Walk
A breeze left for a walk
for it |
by Dina Nath Nadim on 7/14/2012 |
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A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne.
HOW the lilacs, the lilacs are glowing and blowing!
And white through the delicate verdure of May |
by Mathilde Blind on 4/20/2010 |
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A Bridal Measure
Come, essay a sprightly measure,
Tuned to some light song of pleasure. |
by Paul Laurence Dunbar on 4/2/2010 |
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A Bridal Song
SHE is more sparkling beautiful
Than dawn-light seen thro’ tears |
by Hugh McCrae on 4/21/2010 |
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A Bridal Song
I.
The golden gates of Sleep unbar |
by Percy Bysshe Shelley on 4/1/2010 |
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A Bridal Song
COMFORTS lasting, loves increasing,
Like soft hours never ceasing; |
by John Ford on 4/22/2010 |
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A Bridal Song.
Love that art enlargéd
As the sun! |
by Robert Crawford on 4/21/2010 |
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A Bride
'O I am weary!' she sighed, as her billowy
Hair she unloosed in a torrent of gold |
by James Whitcomb Riley on 4/9/2010 |
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A Brief for the Defense
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving |
by Jack Gilbert on 5/4/2012 |
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A Brief Love Letter
My darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin ? |
by Nizar Qabbani on 3/22/2010 |
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A Brisbane Reverie
As I sit beside my little study window, looking down
From the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town |
by James Brunton Stephens on 3/3/2010 |
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A British PHILIPPIC
Occasion'd by the Insults of the
Spaniards |
by Mark Akenside on 4/17/2010 |
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A British-Roman Song
(A. D. 406)
"A Centurion of the Thirtieth" |
by Rudyard Kipling on 1/3/2003 |
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A Broad Minded Bishop Rebukes The Verminous St. Francis
If Brother Francis pardoned Brother Flea,
There still seems need of such strange charity, |
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton on 4/15/2012 |
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A Broken Appointment
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb. |
by Thomas Hardy on 1/3/2003 |
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A Broken Mirror
A broken mirror
shone on junk. |
by Dina Nath Nadim on 7/14/2012 |
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A Broken Prayer
O Lord, my God, how long
Shall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy? |
by George MacDonald on 4/8/2010 |
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A Broken Rainbow On The Skies Of May
A Broken rainbow on the skies of May,
Touching the dripping roses and low clouds, |
by Madison Julius Cawein on 10/2/2012 |
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A Bronte Legend
They say she was a creature of the moor,
A lover of the angels, silence bound. |
by Lesbia Harford on 4/15/2010 |
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A Bronze Head
HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye, |
by William Butler Yeats on 5/15/2001 |
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A Bronzeville Mother Loiters in Mississippi. Meanwhile, a ..
From the first it had been like a
Ballad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood. |
by Gwendolyn Brooks on 1/1/2004 |
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A Brook In The City
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear |
by Robert Frost on 1/13/2003 |
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A Brother In Need
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again,
With flag at half-mast flown, |
by Henrik Johan Ibsen on 4/16/2010 |