Classical Poems

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich poet When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
5.09 0
Robert Louis Stevenson poet When The Sun Come After Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson
WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
5.85 1
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet When The Sun's Behind The Hill by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
There's a soft and peaceful feeling
Comes across the farming hand
5.50 0
Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi poet When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His Head by Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head
give a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.
6.05 0
Rabindranath Tagore poet When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water by Rabindranath Tagore
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever th
5.56 1
Constantine P. Cavafy poet When The Watchman Saw The Light by Constantine P. Cavafy
Winter, summer, the watchman sat there looking out
from the roof of Atreus' palace.
5.73 0
William Ernest Henley poet When The Wind Storms By With A Shout by William Ernest Henley
When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves
Rejoice in the tramp and the roar of onsetting waves,
6.08 0
Matsuo Basho poet When The Winter Chrysanthemums Go by Matsuo Basho
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
5.73 0
Ebenezer Jones poet When The World Is Burning by Ebenezer Jones
WHEN the world is burning,
Fired within, yet turning
5.64 0
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet When The Year Grows Old by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I cannot but remember
   When the year grows old --
5.71 2
Edgar Albert Guest poet When The Young Are Grown by Edgar Albert Guest
Once the house was lovely, but it's lonely here to-day,
For time has come an' stained its walls an' called the young away;
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Henry Austin Dobson poet When There Is Peace by Henry Austin Dobson
“When there is Peace our land no more
Will be the land we knew of yore.”
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Edgar Albert Guest poet When There's Health In The House by Edgar Albert Guest
When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
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Constantine P. Cavafy poet When They Are Roused by Constantine P. Cavafy
Try to guard them, poet
However few they are that can be held.
5.60 0
Constantine P. Cavafy poet When They Come Alive by Constantine P. Cavafy
Try to keep them, poet,
those erotic visions of yours,
5.50 0
Eric Torgersen poet When They Draw Us by Eric Torgersen
When they draw us, the children,
as great beaming sun-faces
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Henry Austin Dobson poet When This Old World Was New by Henry Austin Dobson
When this old world was new,
Before the towns were made,
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George Gascoigne poet When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day by George Gascoigne
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght,
Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to rest at night,
5.69 0
Thomas Campion poet When Thou Must Home To Shades Of Underground by Thomas Campion
When thou must home to shades of underground,
And there arriv'd, a new admired guest,
5.50 0
Thomas Campion poet When To Her Lute Corinna Sings by Thomas Campion
When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
5.50 0
William Wordsworth poet When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth
WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world,
Preferring studious leisure, I had chosen
4.17 0
William Shakespeare poet When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
5.94 2
Edward George Dyson poet When Tommy Came Marching Home by Edward George Dyson
Devine came back the other day.
We'd planned a great home-comin'.
5.53 0
Jean Blewett poet When Trees Are Green by Jean Blewett
Would you be glad of heart and good?
Would you forget life's toil and care?
5.50 0
Henry Kendall poet When Underneath The Brown Dead Grass by Henry Kendall
When underneath the brown dead grass
My weary bones are laid,
5.44 0
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