Classical Poems

Poems
Title Poet
The Last Lap
How do we know, by the bank-high river,
Where the mired and sulky oxen wait,
 Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 1/3/2003
The Last Laugh
'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
 Wilfred Owen poet by Wilfred Owen
on 1/3/2003
The Last Laugh
Horace: Epode 25
"Nox erat et cælo fulgebat Luna sereno---"
 Franklin P. Adams poet by Franklin P. Adams
on 1/3/2003
The Last Laugh
I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
John Betjeman poet by John Betjeman
on 5/9/2011
The Last Leaf
I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
 Oliver Wendell Holmes poet by Oliver Wendell Holmes
on 12/31/2002
The Last Leap
ALL is over! fleet career,
Dash of greyhound slipping thongs,
Adam Lindsay Gordon poet by Adam Lindsay Gordon
on 1/1/2004
The Last Look
W. W. SWAIN
BEHOLD--not him we knew!
 Oliver Wendell Holmes poet by Oliver Wendell Holmes
on 4/6/2010
The Last Lover
Come, boy, pass me not by without having first loved me. I am still beautiful at night. Thou shalt see that my autumn is warmer than the spring-time o
Pierre Louys poet by Pierre Louys
on 11/15/2012
The Last Man
By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
 Thomas Lovell Beddoes poet by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
on 4/15/2010
The Last Man
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The Sun himself must die,
Thomas Campbell poet by Thomas Campbell
on 1/3/2003
The Last Man
I dreamed that Gabriel took his horn
On Resurrection's fateful morn,
 Ambrose Bierce poet by Ambrose Bierce
on 9/28/2012
The Last Meeting
I
Because the night was falling warm and still
Siegfried Sassoon poet by Siegfried Sassoon
on 1/3/2003
The Last Memory
When I am old, and think of the old days,
And warm my hands before a little blaze,
 Arthur Symons poet by Arthur Symons
on 3/20/2012
The Last Muster
All day we had driven the starving sheep to the scrub where the axes ply,
And the weakest had lagged upon weary feet and dropped from the ranks to d
William Henry Ogilvie poet by William Henry Ogilvie
on 1/1/2004
The last Night that She lived
1100
The last Night that She lived
 Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
The Last Ode
Nov. 27, 8 B.C. Horace, BK. V. Ode 31
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak,
 Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 1/3/2003
The Last of his Tribe
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
Henry Kendall poet by Henry Kendall
on 1/1/2004
The Last Of May
By fate's benevolent award,
Should I survive the day,
 William Makepeace Thackeray poet by William Makepeace Thackeray
on 4/7/2010
The Last Of May
By fate's benevolent award,
Should I survive the day,
 William Makepeace Thackeray poet by William Makepeace Thackeray
on 4/7/2010
The Last of The Flock
I
In distant countries have I been,
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 12/31/2002
The Last of the Light Brigade
There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.
 Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 1/3/2003
The Last of the Narwhale
THE STORY OF AN ARCTIC NIP.
AY, ay, I'll tell you, shipmates,
John Boyle O'Reilly poet by John Boyle O'Reilly
on 5/21/2012
The Last Oracle
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula.
ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen,
Algernon Charles Swinburne poet by Algernon Charles Swinburne
on 1/3/2003
The Last Parade
With never a sound of trumpet,
With never a flag displayed,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
The Last Parting
He is not dead. They do not know,
Who pity her, her secret ease,
 Katharine Tynan poet by Katharine Tynan
on 4/14/2010
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