Classical Poems

Poems
Title Poet
The Travelled Oyster
An oyster, upon oozy bed,
Like his forefathers, born and bred,
 John Kenyon poet by John Kenyon
on 10/12/2010
The Traveller
Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.’
Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 5/26/2003
The Traveller
As I rode in to Burrumbeet,
I met a man with funny feet;
 Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
on 1/1/2004
The Traveller
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said
'That man has a curious way of holding his head.'
 John Berryman poet by John Berryman
on 1/13/2003
The Traveller
'Tis sweet to think of home.
When from my native clime,
George Moses Horton poet by George Moses Horton
on 4/12/2010
The Traveller
To Archibald MacLeish
The afternoon with heavy hours
 Allen Tate poet by Allen Tate
on 4/21/2010
The Traveller And The Farm-Maiden
HE.
CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden,
 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe poet by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
on 1/1/2004
The Traveller in Africa
A Dramatic Sketch
A Forest. Night.
 Louisa Stuart Costello poet by Louisa Stuart Costello
on 1/1/2004
The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society (excerpt)
...
But where to find that happiest spot below
 Oliver Goldsmith poet by Oliver Goldsmith
on 1/1/2004
The Traveller-Heart
(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment)
I would be one with the dark, dark earth:--
 Vachel Lindsay poet by Vachel Lindsay
on 1/3/2003
The Travellers' Curse after Misdirection
(from the Welsh)
May they stumble, stage by stage
 Robert Graves poet by Robert Graves
on 1/3/2003
The Travellers In Haste;
ADDRESSED TO
THOMAS CLARKSON, ESQ.
 Helen Maria Williams poet by Helen Maria Williams
on 4/15/2010
The Travelling Bear
GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones
And catch the sun on their flat sides
Amy Lowell poet by Amy Lowell
on 4/16/2010
The Travelling Companion
Into the silence of the empty night
I went, and took my scorned heart with me,
 Lord Alfred Douglas poet by Lord Alfred Douglas
on 4/12/2010
The Travelling Post Office
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway,
The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
The Treadmill Song
The stars are rolling in the sky,
The earth rolls on below,
 Oliver Wendell Holmes poet by Oliver Wendell Holmes
on 4/6/2010
The Treasure
Mountains, a moment's earth-waves rising and hollowing; the
earth too's an ephemerid; the stars-
 Robinson Jeffers poet by Robinson Jeffers
on 4/12/2010
The Treasure
When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again
Rupert Brooke poet by Rupert Brooke
on 1/3/2003
The Treasure
UNDER our lead we lie
While the sun and the snow go by,
Edith Nesbit poet by Edith Nesbit
on 4/19/2010
The Treasure
When they see my songs
They will sigh and say,
 Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 12/31/2002
The Treasure
WHEN they see my songs
They will sigh and say,
 Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 4/6/2010
The Treasure Box
I asked Aunt Persis yester-eve, as twilight fell,
If she had things of value hidden safe away-
 Jean Blewett poet by Jean Blewett
on 5/8/2012
The Treasure Digger
ALL my weary days I pass'd
Sick at heart and poor in purse.
 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe poet by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
on 1/1/2004
The Treasure Of Abram
I.
IN the old Rabbinical stories,
John Boyle O'Reilly poet by John Boyle O'Reilly
on 5/21/2012
The Treasure Of The Wise Man
O the night was dark and the night was late,
And the robbers came to rob him;
 James Whitcomb Riley poet by James Whitcomb Riley
on 4/9/2010
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