Classical Poems


Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
Henry Livingston Jr. poet 1819 New Year's Carrier's Address by Henry Livingston Jr.
Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand'red too far,
Without any compass, or planet or star;
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Joseph Mary Plunkett poet 1841-1891 by Joseph Mary Plunkett
The wind rose, the sea rose
A wave rose on the sea,
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Walt Whitman poet 1861 by Walt Whitman
ARM’D year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
5.84 19
Henry Timrod poet 1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year by Henry Timrod
Art thou not glad to close
Thy wearied eyes, O saddest child of Time,
5.28 1
Joseph Mary Plunkett poet 1867 by Joseph Mary Plunkett
All our best ye have branded
When the people were choosing them,
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Sophus Niels Christen Claussen poet 1884 by Sophus Niels Christen Claussen
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Alfred Edward Housman poet 1887 by Alfred Edward Housman
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
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Christopher John Brennan poet 1897 by Christopher John Brennan
Deep in my hidden country stands a peak,
and none hath known its name
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John Jay Chapman poet 1914 by John Jay Chapman
ALAS, too much we loved the glittering wares
That art and education had devised
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Wilfred Owen poet 1914 by Wilfred Owen
War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
6.35 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 13
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,
5.62 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,
6.20 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.
6.66 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
6.97 43
Robert Graves poet 1915 by Robert Graves
I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
5.75 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.
5.15 1
Anonymous Americas poet 1919 by Anonymous Americas
Before the threat
And dismal cold gray
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Weldon Kees poet 1926 by Weldon Kees
The porchlight coming on again,
Early November, the dead leaves
5.51 1
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
5.73 0
Ruth Stone poet 1941 by Ruth Stone
I wore a large brim hat
like the women in the ads.
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Abul Hussain poet 1942 by Abul Hussain
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Katherine Gallagher poet 1942 by Katherine Gallagher
They'd hoped he'd be back for Christmas -
the lights shining down on him, the tree
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Frank O'Hara poet 1951 by Frank O'Hara
Alone at night
in the wet city
5.68 1
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