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Classical Poems

Title Poet
The Spring
Cydonian Spring with her attendant train,
Maelids and water-girls,
Ezra Pound poet by Ezra Pound
on 4/1/2010
The Spring
THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say
The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay,
Abraham Cowley poet by Abraham Cowley
on 2/24/2014
The Spring And The Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
on 1/13/2003
The Spring Equinox
Now is the pause between asleep and awake:
Two seasons take
Anne Barbara Ridler poet by Anne Barbara Ridler
on 3/20/2012
The Spring In Ireland: 1916
Do not forget my charge I beg of you ;
James Stephens poet by James Stephens
on 3/27/2010
The Spring of the Year
GONE were but the winter cold,
   And gone were but the snow,
Allan Cunningham poet by Allan Cunningham
on 1/4/2003
The Spring Oracle
OH prophetic bird so bright,
Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe poet by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
on 1/1/2004
The Spring River
Heat and cold, dusk and dawn have crowded one upon the other;
Suddenly I find it is two years since I came to Chung-chou.
Bai Juyi poet by Bai Juyi
on 8/9/2012
The Spring Romance
The river else doesn’t wholly reign,
But pale-blue ice is drowned now;
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky poet by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
on 4/21/2010
The Spring Running
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!
He that was our Brother goes away.
Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 1/3/2003
The spring sea rising
The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
Yosa Buson poet by Yosa Buson
on 1/13/2003
The Spring Storm
The sky has given over
its bitterness.
William Carlos Williams poet by William Carlos Williams
on 1/3/2003
The Spring, My Dear
The spring, my dear,
Is no longer spring.
William Ernest Henley poet by William Ernest Henley
on 4/12/2010
The spring-it had simply been you
The spring-it had simply been you,
And so, to a certain extent,
Boris Pasternak poet by Boris Pasternak
on 4/3/2010
The Springtime
The red eyes of rabbits
aren't sad. No one passes
Denise Levertov poet by Denise Levertov
on 4/8/2010
The springtime of Lovers has come
The springtime of Lovers has come,
that this dust bowl may become a garden;
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi poet by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
on 3/30/2010
The Spring—Time, O The Spring--Time
The Spring-time, O the Spring-time!
Who does not know it well?
Alfred Austin poet by Alfred Austin
on 4/8/2010
The Spur
YOU think it horrible that lust and rage
Should dance attention upon my old age;
William Butler Yeats poet by William Butler Yeats
on 5/17/2001
The Squab
Toward a better world I contribute my modest smidgin;
I eat the squab, lest it become a pigeon.
Ogden Nash poet by Ogden Nash
on 1/13/2003
The Squanderer
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,
Meant for the lordliest purposes; a part
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 4/2/2010
The Squatter Of The Olden Time
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,
Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 9/11/2012
The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, and the Well
There was a Squatter in the land—
So runs the truthful tale I tell—
Henry Lawson poet by Henry Lawson
on 3/27/2010
The Squatter’s Daughter
OUT in the west, where runs are wide,
And days than ours are hotter,
Henry Lawson poet by Henry Lawson
on 3/27/2010
The Squatter's Baccy Famine
In blackest gloom he cursed his lot;
His breath was one long weary sigh;
James Brunton Stephens poet by James Brunton Stephens
on 3/3/2010
The Squatter's Man
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,
That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 9/11/2012
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