Classical Poems


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Henry Lawson poet When The `Army' Prays For Watty by Henry Lawson

When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star,
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John Milton poet When the Assault Was Intended to the City by John Milton
Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
5.35 0
Emily Dickinson poet When the Astronomer stops seeking by Emily Dickinson
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When the Astronomer stops seeking
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Henry Lawson poet When the Bear Comes Back Again by Henry Lawson
Oh, the scene is wide an’ dreary an’ the sun is settin’ red,
An’ the grey-black sky of winter’s comin’ closer overhead.
5.66 1
Edward George Dyson poet When The Bell Blew Up by Edward George Dyson
‘THAT’S the boiler at The Bell, mates! Tumble out, Ned, neck and crop—
Never mind your hat and coat, man, we’ll be wanted on the job.
5.43 0
John Hay poet When the Boys Come Home by John Hay
There's a happy time coming,
When the boys come home.
6.42 1
Henry Lawson poet When the Bush Begins to Speak by Henry Lawson
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
6.21 0
Henry Lawson poet When the Children Come Home by Henry Lawson
On a lonely selection far out in the West
An old woman works all the day without rest,
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Christina Georgina Rossetti poet When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming by Christina Georgina Rossetti
When the cows come home the milk is coming,
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
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Dora Sigerson Shorter poet When The Dark Comes by Dora Sigerson Shorter
When the dark comes,
'Is this the end?' I pray;
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Lucy Maud Montgomery poet When the Dark Comes Down by Lucy Maud Montgomery
When the dark comes down, oh, the wind is on the sea
With lisping laugh and whimper to the red reef's threnody,
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Kabir poet When The Day Came by Kabir
When the Day came -
The Day I had lived and died for -
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Edgar Albert Guest poet When The Dressmaker Comes by Edgar Albert Guest
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,
For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;
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Edgar Albert Guest poet When The Drums Shall Cease To Beat by Edgar Albert Guest
When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do?
Not till the soldiers come home again, not till the war is through.
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Henry Lawson poet When The Duke of Clarence Died by Henry Lawson
Let us sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went,
Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre-eminent.
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Jean Blewett poet When The Dusk Comes Down by Jean Blewett
Do you know what I will love best of all
To do when I'm old? At the close of day
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Henry Clay Work poet When the Evening Star Went Down by Henry Clay Work
The morning was fearful at sea--
The voyagers weary and pale;
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William Cullen Bryant poet When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam by William Cullen Bryant
When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam,
And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn,
5.32 0
Lucy Maud Montgomery poet When the Fishing Boats Go Out by Lucy Maud Montgomery
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more,
And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore,
5.86 0
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe poet When The Fox Dies, His Skin Counts by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WE young people in the shade
Sat one sultry day;
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Anonymous Americas poet When the French Band Plays by Anonymous Americas
THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,
In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.
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James Whitcomb Riley poet When The Frost Is On The Punkin by James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
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William Makepeace Thackeray poet When The Gloom Is On The Glen by William Makepeace Thackeray
When the moonlight's on the mountain
And the gloom is on the glen,
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Meena Kandasamy poet When the God Drank Milk by Meena Kandasamy
This was the second time
He spanned the world
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Nick Carbo poet When The Grain Is Golden and The Wind Is Chilly Then it is.. by Nick Carbo
Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papaya
Dala-dala’y buslo’, sisidlan ng bunga
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