Classical Poems

Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
Alfred Edward Housman poet 1887 by Alfred Edward Housman
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
5.23 0
Christopher John Brennan poet 1897 by Christopher John Brennan
Deep in my hidden country stands a peak,
and none hath known its name
5.50 0
John Jay Chapman poet 1914 by John Jay Chapman
ALAS, too much we loved the glittering wares
That art and education had devised
1.00 0
Wilfred Owen poet 1914 by Wilfred Owen
War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
6.33 12
Rupert Brooke poet 1914 I: Peace by Rupert Brooke
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
6.35 12
Rupert Brooke poet 1914 Ii: Safety by Rupert Brooke
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
5.59 1
Rupert Brooke poet 1914 Iii: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
6.18 0
Rupert Brooke poet 1914 Iv: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
6.64 11
Rupert Brooke poet 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
6.95 38
Robert Graves poet 1915 by Robert Graves
I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
5.72 1
Edmund Blunden poet 1916 Seen From 1921 by Edmund Blunden
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
I sit in solitude and only hear
5.84 0
Boris Pasternak poet 1918 by Boris Pasternak
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
5.10 0
Anonymous Americas poet 1919 by Anonymous Americas
Before the threat
And dismal cold gray
5.58 0
Weldon Kees poet 1926 by Weldon Kees
The porchlight coming on again,
Early November, the dead leaves
5.34 0
Stephen Vincent Benet poet 1936 by Stephen Vincent Benet
All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,
But the hands gripping the rifles were naked bone
5.50 0
Ruth Stone poet 1941 by Ruth Stone
I wore a large brim hat
like the women in the ads.
10.00 1
Abul Hussain poet 1942 by Abul Hussain
0.00 0
Frank O'Hara poet 1951 by Frank O'Hara
Alone at night
in the wet city
5.66 1
Sharon Olds poet 1954 by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
7.14 6
Gregory Corso poet 1959 by Gregory Corso
Uncomprising year—I see no meaning to life.
Though this abled self is here nonetheless,
5.69 0
Kate Lilley poet 1972 by Kate Lilley
After the dance we cross the oval in pairs
to the steep bank behind the softball field.
10.00 0
Brooks Haxton poet 1985 by Brooks Haxton
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth
the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in
0.00 0
Victor Hugo poet 1er Janvier by Victor Hugo
0.00 0
Victor Marie Hugo poet 1er Janvier by Victor Marie Hugo
Enfant, on vous dira plus tard que le grand-père
Vous adorait; qu'il fit de son mieux sur la terre,
5.28 0
Jack Kerouac poet 1st Chorus Mexico City Blues by Jack Kerouac
Butte Magic of Ignorance
Butte Magic
6.00 0
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