Classical Poems

Poems
Title Poet
The Last Chrysanthemum
Why should this flower delay so long
   To show its tremulous plumes?
Thomas Hardy poet by Thomas Hardy
on 1/4/2003
The Last Coach
Before her mirror in a pouting mood,
Afraid to weep lest anger should revoke
 Dora Sigerson Shorter poet by Dora Sigerson Shorter
on 9/29/2010
The Last Conqueror
Victorious men of earth, no more
Proclaim how wide your empires are;
 James Shirley poet by James Shirley
on 4/15/2010
The Last Contention
I
Young captain of a crazy bark!
 George Meredith poet by George Meredith
on 4/15/2010
The Last Day
The day was cloudy. No one could come to a decision;
a light wind was blowing. ‘Not a north-easter, the sirocco,' someone said.
 Giorgos Seferis poet by Giorgos Seferis
on 4/15/2012
The Last Day (excerpt)
Sooner or later, in some future date,
(A dreadful secret in the book of Fate)
 Edward Young poet by Edward Young
on 1/1/2004
The Last Defeat
Across the field of day
In sudden blazon lay
 Edith Nesbit poet by Edith Nesbit
on 4/19/2010
The Last Department
Twelve hundred million men are spread
About this Earth, and I and You
 Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 1/3/2003
The Last Ditch
LOVE, through your varied views on Art
Untiring have I followed you,
Edith Nesbit poet by Edith Nesbit
on 4/19/2010
The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus
Propitious Bacchus come—so round thy brow
Be with the mystic vine the ivy wove;
 Henry James Pye poet by Henry James Pye
on 9/27/2010
The Last Envoy
THIS wind, that through the silent woodland blows,
O'er rippling corn and dreaming pastures goes
Edith Nesbit poet by Edith Nesbit
on 4/19/2010
The Last Eve Of Summer
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines
Through yon columnar pines,
 John Greenleaf Whittier poet by John Greenleaf Whittier
on 4/6/2010
The Last Evening
Over sea the sun in a mystery of light
Burns across the waters, on the blown spray glancing:
 Robert Laurence Binyon poet by Robert Laurence Binyon
on 9/1/2010
The Last Evening
And night and distant rumbling; now the army's
carrier-train was moving out, to war.
 Rainer Maria Rilke poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
on 1/13/2003
The Last Flight
Ud Jayega Huns Akela,
Jug Darshan Ka Mela
Kabir poet by Kabir
on 1/1/2004
The Last Flower

O Golden-Rod, well-worshipped of the sun!
 Francis Joseph Sherman poet by Francis Joseph Sherman
on 5/2/2012
The Last Flower
Rich the first flower's graces be,
But dearer far the last to me;
 Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin poet by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
on 3/31/2010
The Last Furrow
THE SPIRIT OF EARTH with still, restoring hands,
Mid ruin moves, in glimmering chasm gropes,
 Edwin Markham poet by Edwin Markham
on 4/21/2010
The Last Giustianini
O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name
Could weary one with saying! Once again
Edith Wharton poet by Edith Wharton
on 4/20/2010
The Last Goal
I, Zinedine Zidane,
the stranger you feel like stabbing
 Koyamparambath Satchidanandan poet by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan
on 9/7/2012
The Last Hero
WE laid him to rest with tenderness;
Homeward we turned in the twilight’s gold;
George William Russell poet by George William Russell
on 5/7/2012
The Last Hero
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
 Gilbert Keith Chesterton poet by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
on 1/1/2004
The Last Hero
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
 Gilbert Keith Chesterton poet by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
on 1/3/2003
The Last Invocation
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
Walt Whitman poet by Walt Whitman
on 1/3/2003
The Last Irish Grievance
As I think of the insult that's done to this nation,
Red tears of rivinge from me fatures I wash,
 William Makepeace Thackeray poet by William Makepeace Thackeray
on 4/7/2010
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