Classical Poems

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George MacDonald poet Were I A Skilful Painter by George MacDonald
Were I a skilful painter,
My pencil, not my pen,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet Were I Man Grown by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Were I man grown, I'd stand
With clean heart, soul, and hand,
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Wystan Hugh Auden poet We'Re Late by Wystan Hugh Auden
Clocks cannot tell our time of day
For what event to pray
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George Gordon Byron poet Were My Bosom As False As Thou Deem'st It To Be by George Gordon Byron
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be,
I need not have wander'd from far Galilee;
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Sultan Bahu poet Were My Whole Body Festooned With Eyes by Sultan Bahu
Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal.
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Emily Dickinson poet Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee by Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
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Hans Christian Andersen poet Wessel by Hans Christian Andersen
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet West by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant poet West By North Again by Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls, and funds are sinking low,
The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go;
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Anna Laetitia Barbauld poet West End Fair by Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Dame Charity one day was tired
With nursing of her children three,—
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Matthew Arnold poet West London by Matthew Arnold
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square
A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied;
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Alice Guerin Crist poet West Of Fanny O'Dea's by Alice Guerin Crist
You’ll not find the name in geography books,
It isn’t marked on the map,
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William Cullen Bryant poet West Wind, The by William Cullen Bryant
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high,
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Jean Arp poet WestÖLiche Rosen by Jean Arp
die rosen werden an die hüte gekreuzigt, die lippen
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Ellis Parker Butler poet Western by Ellis Parker Butler
The Cowboy had a sterling heart,
The Maiden was from Boston,
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John Boyle O'Reilly poet Western Australia by John Boyle O'Reilly
O Beauteous Southland! Land of yellow air
That hangeth o've thee slumbering, and doth hold
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Eric Beach poet Western Buddhism Out Of Zen by Eric Beach
for thirty years
I wondered whether that famous haiku
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Roderic Quinn poet Western Camps by Roderic Quinn
THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
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Georg Trakl poet Western Dusk by Georg Trakl
A faun-cry romps through sparks,
In the parks cascades of light foam,
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John Betjeman poet Westgate-On-Sea by John Betjeman
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate,
I will tell you what they sigh,
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James Stephens poet Westland Row by James Stephens
Every Sunday there's a throng
Of pretty girls, who trot along
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Frederick George Scott poet Westminster Abbey by Frederick George Scott
'TWAS afternoon in winter, and the light
Sloped softly up the walls, as day was done,
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Anonymous Americas poet Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow? by Anonymous Americas
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
That small rain down can rain?
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Anonymous poet Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow? by Anonymous
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
That small rain down can rain?
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Anonymous Olde English poet Westron Wynde by Anonymous Olde English
Westron wynde when wyll thou blow,
The smalle rayne down can rayne -
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