Classical Poems

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Lope de Vega poet ¿qué Tengo Yo Que Mi Amistad Procuras? by Lope de Vega
¿Qué tengo yo que mi amistad procuras?
¿Qué interés se te sigue, Jesús mío
5.19 0
Isaac Rosenberg poet ‘a Worm Fed On The Heart Of Corinth' by Isaac Rosenberg
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth,
Babylon and Rome:
4.83 0
Alfred Lord Tennyson poet ‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
6.01 9
Pablo Neruda poet ‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’ by Pablo Neruda
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
6.81 39
Edgar Albert Guest poet ‘erbert's H'Opinion by Edgar Albert Guest
H'if a yankee cutthroat ‘acks ‘is poor hold mother,
H'it tykes a year to pack ‘im h'off to jyle;
0.00 0
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge poet ‘he Came Unto His Own, And His Own Received Him Not’ by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
As Christ the Lord was passing by,
He came, one night, to a cottage door.
5.30 1
Pablo Neruda poet ‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’ by Pablo Neruda
In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
4.31 10
Boris Pasternak poet ‘like A Brazier’s Bronze Cinders,’ by Boris Pasternak
Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
5.32 0
Pablo Neruda poet ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ by Pablo Neruda
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
5.41 5
Boris Pasternak poet ‘my Sister – Life’s Overflowing Today’ by Boris Pasternak
My sister – Life’s overflowing today,
spring rain shattering itself like glass,
5.68 0
Pablo Neruda poet ‘perhaps Not To Be Is To Be Without Your Being.’ by Pablo Neruda
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
6.78 19
Ezra Pound poet ‘phasellus Ille’ by Ezra Pound
1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.
5.83 1
Paul Eluard poet ‘she Looks Into Me…’ by Paul Eluard
She looks into me
The unknowing heart
5.87 0
Seamus Heaney poet ‘When all the others were away at Mass' by Seamus Heaney Rookie
[from Clearances in memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984]
9.00 1
Paul Eluard poet ‘you Rise The Water Unfolds’ by Paul Eluard
You rise the water unfolds
You sleep the water flowers
5.36 1
Stephen Crane poet ’scaped by Stephen Crane
Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me -
5.27 0
Chris Edwards poet “©” by Chris Edwards
Albeit my god-given property rights
extend no further than the offices of Lord Fogg,
5.48 0
Jack Spicer poet “any Fool Can Get Into An Ocean . . .” by Jack Spicer
Any fool can get into an ocean
But it takes a Goddess
10.00 3
James Brunton Stephens poet “big Ben” by James Brunton Stephens
De mortuis nil ni-
Si bonum: R.I.P.:—
5.64 0
Jessie Pope poet “bobs” by Jessie Pope
The call came in the stormy night,
Beneath a stranger's sky.
5.75 3
William Morris Meredith Jr. poet “do Not Embrace Your Mind’s New Negro Friend” by William Morris Meredith Jr.
Do not embrace your mind’s new negro friend
Or embarrass the blackballed jew with memberships:
0.00 0
John Boyle O'Reilly poet “from, That Fair Land And Drear Land In The South” by John Boyle O'Reilly
From, that fair land and drear land in the South,
Of which through years I do not cease to think,
5.50 0
Alice Guerin Crist poet “o’shea” by Alice Guerin Crist
O’Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,
With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and smile in his Irish blue eye;
5.50 0
Banjo Paterson poet “shouting” For A Camel by Banjo Paterson
It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator,
Who was going down the township just to make a bit o' chink,
5.37 0
Siegfried Sassoon poet “the Rank Stench Of Those Bodies Haunts Me Still” by Siegfried Sassoon
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
And I remember things I'd best forget.
5.44 4
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