Classical Poems
| Title | Poet |
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The Well of Loch Maree
Calm on the breast of Loch Maree
A little isle reposes; |
by John Greenleaf Whittier on 4/6/2010 |
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The Well of St. Keyne
A Well there is in the west country,
And a clearer one never was seen; |
by Robert Southey on 1/3/2003 |
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The Well Rising
The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside, |
by William Stafford on 4/15/2010 |
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The Well-Beloved
I wayed by star and planet shine
Towards the dear one's home |
by Thomas Hardy on 1/4/2003 |
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The Well's Secret
I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a lonesome valley meadow,
Like a dryad's mirror hidden by the wood's dim arches near; |
by John Boyle O'Reilly on 5/21/2012 |
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The Welsh Marches
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
Islanded in Severn stream; |
by Alfred Edward Housman on 1/3/2003 |
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The West A Glimmering Lake Of Light
The West a glimmering lake of light,
A dream of pearly weather, |
by William Ernest Henley on 4/12/2010 |
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The West Wind
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high, |
by William Cullen Bryant on 1/3/2003 |
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The West Wind
The wind that blows from the west
Taps at my window, sighing; |
by Dora Sigerson Shorter on 9/29/2010 |
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The West Wind
The wind that blows from the west
Taps at my window, sighing; |
by Dora Sigerson Shorter on 9/29/2010 |
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The West Wind
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. |
by John Masefield on 12/31/2002 |
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The Western
THOR draws a chord invisible
Across the shaking sky: |
by Herbert Asquith on 4/30/2012 |
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The Western Stars
On my blankets I was lyin’
Too tired to lift my head, |
by Henry Lawson on 3/27/2010 |
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The West-Of-Wessex Girl
A very West-of-Wessex girl,
As blithe as blithe could be, |
by Thomas Hardy on 4/10/2010 |
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The West's Asleep
When all beside a vigil keep,
The West's asleep, the West's asleep |
by Thomas Davis on 8/1/2012 |
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The West's Sleep
AIR--_The Brink of the White Rocks._
I. |
by Thomas Osborne Davis on 10/13/2010 |
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The Wet Litany
When the waters' countenance
Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance; |
by Rudyard Kipling on 12/31/2002 |
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The Whale
The Whale is found in seas and oceans,
Indulging there in fishlike motions, |
by Ellis Parker Butler on 4/20/2010 |
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The Whale
The Whale that wanders round the Pole
Is not a table fish. |
by Hilaire Belloc on 12/31/2002 |
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The Wharf On Thames—Side; Winter Dawn
Day begins cold and misty on soiled snow
That frost has ridged and crusted. Sound of steps |
by Robert Laurence Binyon on 9/1/2010 |
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The Wheat And Tares
Though in the outward church below
The wheat and tares together grow; |
by John Newton on 4/19/2010 |
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The Wheatfield At Gettysburg
THESE famous acres bear a mystic wheat
That waits the Reaper’s scythe |
by Edward William Thomson on 5/3/2012 |
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The Wheel
THROUGH winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call, |
by William Butler Yeats on 5/17/2001 |
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The Wheel
Someone is about to come but doesn't. Is about
to turn on the stairs but doesn't. |
by Vinda Karandikar on 9/11/2012 |
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The Wheel of God
In many a turning of the wheel of God
My fate revolves and changes all its mood; |
by Sophocles on 9/24/2012 |