Classical Poems


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Leon Gellert poet The Wrecked Aeroplane by Leon Gellert
Unhappy craft of Daedalus reborn,
That liest prone with white wings torn,
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Charles Sangster poet The Wren by Charles Sangster
Early each spring the little wren
Came scolding to his nest of moss;
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Kobayashi Issa poet The Wren by Kobayashi Issa
The wren
Earns his living
Noiselessly.
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Dinah Maria Mulock Craik poet The Wren’s Nest by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I TOOK the wren's nest;--
Heaven forgive me!
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Anonymous Olde English poet The Wright's Chaste Wife by Anonymous Olde English
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,
Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle,
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U. R. Ananthamurthy poet The Wrinkles on Grandpa's Shoulder by U. R. Ananthamurthy
The wrinkles on grandpa's shoulder
Are the contoured hills and valleys seen from above.
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Edgar Albert Guest poet The Wrist Watch Man by Edgar Albert Guest
He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,
His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails.
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Edgar Albert Guest poet The Wrist Watch Man by Edgar Albert Guest
He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,
His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails.
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Richard Wilbur poet The Writer by Richard Wilbur
In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
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Amit Chaudhuri poet The Writers by Amit Chaudhuri
'On constantly mishearing ‘rioting’ as ‘writing’ on the BBC'
There has been writing for ten days now
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Henry Lawson poet The Writer's Dream by Henry Lawson
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;
For his was a spirit that forced his pen to write of the things that are.
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David Gascoyne poet The Writer's Hand by David Gascoyne
What is your want, perpetual invalid
Whose fist is always beating on my breast's
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Gabriel Harvey poet The Writers Postscript: or a Frendly Caueat to the Second .. by Gabriel Harvey
Slumbring I lay in melancholy bed,
Before the dawning of the sanguin light:
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Robert Kirkland Kernighan poet The Wrong Hospitality by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
How many skillful housewives, in this pleasant world of
ours,
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Alan Alexander Milne poet The Wrong House by Alan Alexander Milne
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
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James Tate poet The Wrong Way Home by James Tate
All night a door floated down the river.
It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure
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Edward Taylor poet The Wrong Way Home by Edward Taylor
All night a door floated down the river.
It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure
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Gaius Valerius Catullus poet The Yacht by Gaius Valerius Catullus
STRANGER, the bark you see before you says
That in old times and in her early days
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William Carlos Williams poet The Yachts by William Carlos Williams
contend in a sea which the land partly encloses
shielding them from the too-heavy blows
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Hilaire Belloc poet The Yak by Hilaire Belloc
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
You will find it exactly the thing:
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John Greenleaf Whittier poet The Yankee Girl by John Greenleaf Whittier
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
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William Makepeace Thackeray poet The Yankee Volunteers by William Makepeace Thackeray
'A surgeon of the United States' army says that on inquiring of
the Captain of his company, he found that NINE-TENTHS of the men
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John Masefield poet The Yarn of the Loch Achray by John Masefield
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall
With seven-and-twenty hands in all.
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William Schwenck Gilbert poet The Yarn of the Nancy Bell by William Schwenck Gilbert
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
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Madison Julius Cawein poet The Yarrow by Madison Julius Cawein
A Tortured tree in a huddled hollow,
On whose gnarled boughs three leaves are blowing:
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