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Classical Poems


Title Poet
Words To An Irish Air
IF I had a lover, now, who would he be?
Yourself with your laughter, your gay gallantry?
Aline Murray Kilmer poet by Aline Murray Kilmer
on 10/5/2010
Wordsworth
Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls
Among the mountains, and thy song is fed
Henry Van Dyke poet by Henry Van Dyke
on 1/3/2003
Wordsworth
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.
Dear friends, who read the world aright,
John Greenleaf Whittier poet by John Greenleaf Whittier
on 4/6/2010
Wordsworth
LOFTY and strenuous of sentiment
But narrow and partial in its scope and bent,
Charles Harpur poet by Charles Harpur
on 4/12/2010
Wordsworth
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm cloud's thunderous melody,
James Kenneth Stephen poet by James Kenneth Stephen
on 4/12/2010
Wordsworth At Dove Cottage
Wise Wordsworth, to avert your ken,
From half of human fate.
Alfred Austin poet by Alfred Austin
on 4/8/2010
Wordsworth's Grave
I
The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
William Watson poet by William Watson
on 4/10/2010
Work
WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil;
Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines
Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
on 5/13/2001
Work
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
Henry Van Dyke poet by Henry Van Dyke
on 1/3/2003
Work
WHEN I am busying about,
Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,
Edith Nesbit poet by Edith Nesbit
on 4/19/2010
Work
What though the heart be tired,
The heart, that long aspired,
Madison Julius Cawein poet by Madison Julius Cawein
on 10/5/2012
Work
When twenty-one I loved to dream,
And was to loafing well inclined;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
Work And Contemplation
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel
A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole;
Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
on 5/13/2001
Work And Joy
Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
Work and Play
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer,
A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage,
Ted Hughes poet by Ted Hughes
on 1/3/2003
Work chapter VII
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
Khalil Gibran poet by Khalil Gibran
on 1/1/2004
Work For Woman
Woman, sitting at your ease,
In the midst of luxuries,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 4/2/2010
Work Gangs
Box cars run by a mile long.
And I wonder what they say to each other
Carl Sandburg poet by Carl Sandburg
on 4/2/2010
Work is Worship, or so They Said. . .
Six thirty in the a.m.
And you still have not
Meena Kandasamy poet by Meena Kandasamy
on 6/20/2012
Work or Reflection
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude
Quite definite in reference to Work
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
on 9/4/2012
Work While it is Called To-Day
“No man hath hired us”—strong hands drooping,
Listless, falling in idleness down;
Lady Jane Wilde poet by Lady Jane Wilde
on 8/2/2012
Work Without Hope
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
on 5/14/2001
Work Without Hope
All nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing
Samuel Coleridge - Taylor poet by Samuel Coleridge - Taylor
on 8/22/2012
Work.
For thyself work, not for another, so
'Tis possible; else all thy worth is his
Robert Crawford poet by Robert Crawford
on 4/21/2010
Workahol
Taking a bottle of work to work
In the desk, the file, the flask
Laurence Overmire poet by Laurence Overmire
on 4/20/2008
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