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Classical Poems


Title Poet
"In re a Gentleman, One"
We see it each day in the paper,
And know that there's mischief in store;
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
"In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design
A dented spider like a snow drop white
On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth
Robert Frost poet by Robert Frost
on 1/13/2003
"It Is Not a Word"
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"It Might Have Been"
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 1/3/2003
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
"You should live like a flower,
Stephen Crane poet by Stephen Crane
on 1/1/2004
"It Will Not Change"
It will not change now
After so many years;
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!"
You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
William Carlos Williams poet by William Carlos Williams
on 1/3/2003
"Like Barley Bending"
Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"lollyby, lolly, lollyby"
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,
I heard a moder to her dearie singing
Eugene Field poet by Eugene Field
on 1/1/2004
"Me thinks this heart..."
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
Emily Jane Brontë poet by Emily Jane Brontë
on 12/31/2002
"Mike Teavee..."
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Roald Dahl poet by Roald Dahl
on 1/1/2004
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
300
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer—
Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
"My Heart Is Heavy"
My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Nature" is what we see
668
"Nature" is what we see—
Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
"Oh Day of Fire and Sun"
Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Oh You Are Coming"
Oh you are coming, coming, coming,
How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? --
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Only in Sleep"
Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Star Light, Star Bright--"
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Dorothy Parker poet by Dorothy Parker
on 1/13/2003
"The Dreams of My Heart"
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"The Old Maid"
I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
964
"Unto Me?" I do not know you—
Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
"We're All Australians Now"
Australia takes her pen in hand
To write a line to you,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
"What Do I Care?"
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
480
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
Œnone
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
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