Classical Poems


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Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet poet When You Were Reading Those Tormented Lines by Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
When you were reading those tormented lines
In which the heart's resonant flame sends out glowing streams
5.30 0
Henry Lawson poet When You’re Bad in Your Inside by Henry Lawson
I remarked that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,
When he hasn’t any money, and his pants begin to go;
5.55 0
Robert Kirkland Kernighan poet When Your Heart Is Breaking by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
When troubles are piled about your feet,
When shadows are falling across your way,
0.00 0
Friedrich Rückert poet When Your Mother Steps Into The Doorway by Friedrich Rückert Rookie
When your mother
steps into the doorway
0.00 0
Henry Lawson poet When Your Pants Begin to Go by Henry Lawson
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white,
And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll reach to-morrow night,
5.55 0
Henry Lawson poet When Your Sins Come Home to Roost by Henry Lawson
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
5.98 0
Edith Nesbit poet When! by Edith Nesbit
WHEN I am young again I'll hoard my bliss,
Nor deem that inexhaustible it is,
5.86 0
Sir John Suckling poet When, Dearest, I But Think of Thee by Sir John Suckling
When, dearest I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be
5.00 0
Owen Felltham poet When, Dearest, I But Think On Thee by Owen Felltham
When, dearest, I but think on thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be
5.68 1
Dylan Thomas poet When, Like a Running Grave by Dylan Thomas
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,
Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,
5.68 0
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva poet Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture? by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
Whence cometh such tender rapture?
Those curls--they are not the first ones
5.59 0
Lalleshwari poet Whence I Have Come and By Which Way by Lalleshwari
Whence I have come and by which way,
I do not know.
0.00 0
Thomas Moore poet Whene'er I See Those Smiling Eyes by Thomas Moore
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,
So full of hope, and joy, and light,
6.11 0
William Stanley Merwin poet Whenever I Go There by William Stanley Merwin
Whenever I go there everything is changed
The stamps on the bandages the titles
6.75 0
Lesbia Harford poet Whenever I think of you, you are alone by Lesbia Harford
Whenever I think of you, you are alone,
Shut by yourself between
6.37 0
Javed Akhtar poet Whenever the clouds of pain and sadness loomed, by Javed Akhtar
Whenever the clouds of pain and sadness loomed,
Whenever tears came till the eyelashes,
6.80 1
Augusta Davies Webster poet Where found Love his yesterday? by Augusta Davies Webster
WHERE found Love his yesterday?
When is Love's to-morrow? say.
5.97 0
Anna Laetitia Barbauld poet Where A Crowd Of Pilgrims Toil by Anna Laetitia Barbauld
The world is not their friend, nor the world's law.
Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil
5.50 0
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge poet Where a Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
On alien ground, breathing an alien air,
A Roman stood, far from his ancient home,
9.00 0
Robert Burns poet Where are the Joys I have met by Robert Burns
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danc'd to the lark's early song?
0.00 0
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Where are the temperance people?
Well, scattered here and there:
5.39 0
Sydney Thompson Dobell poet Where Are You Poets? by Sydney Thompson Dobell
Where are you, Poets, that a Hero dies
Unsung? He who, when Duty brought too soon
5.60 0
Francis Thompson poet Where Art Thou Come? by Francis Thompson
'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;
Of each that to the world's sad Olivet
5.81 0
John Keats poet Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? by John Keats
WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
5.68 2
Emily Dickinson poet Where bells no more affright the morn by Emily Dickinson
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Where bells no more affright the morn—
10.00 0
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