Classical Poems

Title Poet
What has happened?
language eludes me
Grace Paley poet by Grace Paley
on 4/19/2012
WORDS are but passing symbols of the deep
Crying unto deep in individual souls.
Frederick George Scott poet by Frederick George Scott
on 3/31/2012
All round me are words, and words and words,
They grow on me like leaves, they never
Kamala Das poet by Kamala Das
on 3/28/2012
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
Words, breathing words, full--murmuring syllables!
How you enrich the thoughts that dwell in you
Robert Laurence Binyon poet by Robert Laurence Binyon
on 9/1/2010
Words On The Window-Pane
DID she in summer write it, or in spring,
Or with this wail of autumn at her ears,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti poet by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
on 4/12/2010
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
Words are deeds. The words we hear
May revolutionize or rear
Charles Harpur poet by Charles Harpur
on 4/12/2010
Wordsworth's Grave
The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
William Watson poet by William Watson
on 4/10/2010
Words In The Night
I woke at midnight, and my heart,
My beating heart, said this to me:
George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
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
Dear friends, who read the world aright,
John Greenleaf Whittier poet by John Greenleaf Whittier
on 4/6/2010
Words In The Shadow
She said, 'I am wrong to want something more, it's true.
The hours go by very quietly just so.
Victor Marie Hugo poet by Victor Marie Hugo
on 4/3/2010
Words From The Wind
I called to the wind of the Winter,
As he sped like a steed on his way,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 4/2/2010
Words have no meaning in the language of the heart
No sound
Laurence Overmire poet by Laurence Overmire
on 3/23/2006
Words against Lesbia: to Furius and Aurelius
Furius and Aurelius, you friends of Catullus,
whether he penetrates farthest India,
Gaius Valerius Catullus poet by Gaius Valerius Catullus
on 1/1/2004
Words In A Certain Appropriate Mode
It is not music, though one has tried music.
It is not nature, though one has tried
Hayden Carruth poet by Hayden Carruth
on 1/13/2003
Words For A Trumpet Chorale Celebrating The Autumn
"The trumpet is a brilliant instrument." - Dietrich Buxtehude
Come and come forth and come up from the cup of
Delmore Schwartz poet by Delmore Schwartz
on 1/13/2003
Words For Departure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
Louise Bogan poet by Louise Bogan
on 1/13/2003
Words are deeds. The words we hear
May revolutionize or rear
William Charles Wentworth poet by William Charles Wentworth
on 1/4/2003
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
Words of Comfort to Be Scratched on a Mirror
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Dorothy Parker poet by Dorothy Parker
on 1/3/2003
The world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
Dana Gioia poet by Dana Gioia
on 1/3/2003
Words For Music Perhaps
BRING me to the blasted oak
William Butler Yeats poet by William Butler Yeats
on 5/17/2001
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