Treasure Island

Classical Poems

Title Poet
I saw the daughters of the ocean dance
With wind and tide, and heard them on the rocks:
Madison Julius Cawein poet by Madison Julius Cawein
on 10/5/2012
ALL day the waves assailed the rock,
I heard no church-bell chime;
Ralph Waldo Emerson poet by Ralph Waldo Emerson
on 4/6/2010
To-night I hunger so,
Beloved one, to know
Emily Pauline Johnson poet by Emily Pauline Johnson
on 1/1/2004
I thought that I had wavy hair
Until I shaved. Instead,
Sheldon Allan Silverstein poet by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
on 4/7/2010
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
Robert Francis poet by Robert Francis
on 1/13/2003
Way That Lovers Use, The
The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
Rupert Brooke poet by Rupert Brooke
on 12/31/2002
Way to Helambu
On the way to Helambu
tall columns
Yuyutsu Sharma poet by Yuyutsu Sharma
on 3/26/2012
Wayfarer of Earth
Up, heart of mine,
Thou wayfarer of Earth!
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts poet by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
on 4/16/2010
Wayfarers, The
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while.
Rupert Brooke poet by Rupert Brooke
on 12/31/2002
Ways Of War
A TERRIBLE and splendid trust,
Heartens the host of Innisfail;
Lionel Pigot Johnson poet by Lionel Pigot Johnson
on 9/14/2010
Wayside Ambition
I want to be a brakeman,
Dog gone!
George Ade poet by George Ade
on 9/30/2010
Wayside Flowers
Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
William Allingham poet by William Allingham
on 12/31/2002
The incoherent rushing of the train
Dulls like a drugged pain
Archibald MacLeish poet by Archibald MacLeish
on 4/7/2010
Wayward Progeny Of A Lewd Whore
Wayward progeny of a lewd whore,
What teaching will bring you to your senses?
Narsinh Mehta poet by Narsinh Mehta
on 6/30/2012
THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings
Hath its balsamum and its silverlings,
Katharine Lee Bates poet by Katharine Lee Bates
on 4/16/2010
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
Charles Bukowski poet by Charles Bukowski
on 1/13/2003
We and They
Father and Mother, and Me,
Sister and Auntie say
Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 12/31/2002
We Are Accused Of Terrorism
We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
Nizar Qabbani poet by Nizar Qabbani
on 3/29/2010
We Are All Captured Beasts
We are all captured beasts,
And we howl - as we might.
Fyodor Sologub poet by Fyodor Sologub
on 1/1/2004
We Are As The Flute
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi poet by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
on 3/30/2010
We Are Children
CHILDREN indeed are we—children that wait
Within a wondrous dwelling, while on high
William Cosmo Monkhouse poet by William Cosmo Monkhouse
on 1/1/2004
We Are Coming, Sister Mary
On a stormy night in winter,
When the winds blew cold and wet,
Henry Clay Work poet by Henry Clay Work
on 1/3/2003
We Are Getting to the End
We are getting to the end of visioning
The impossible within this universe,
Thomas Hardy poet by Thomas Hardy
on 4/10/2010
We Are Like That
We are like that-yes we are like what you say!
Call us depraved by love, we will still serve our loved Damodar.
Narsinh Mehta poet by Narsinh Mehta
on 6/30/2012
We Are Many
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
Pablo Neruda poet by Pablo Neruda
on 1/3/2003
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