842 match(es) found in poems

The Queen's Rival

QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,
Around her countless treasures were spread;
Sarojini Naidu

Queen Anne's Lace

Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
William Carlos Williams

A Farewell To Arms (To Queen Elizabeth)

HIS golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
   O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
George Peele

Dirge Of The Three Queens

URNS and odours bring away!
   Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
William Shakespeare

Candy Hearts Can Kill

Valentine’s day brings them out
Mary Havran

Hearts Render

From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
Mary Havran

The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto Iv (Excerpts)

To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
Edmund Spenser

The Player Queen

MY mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young! '
William Butler Yeats

Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots

SMILE of the Moon!---for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
William Wordsworth

A Mien To Move A Queen

A Mien to move a Queen—
Emily Dickinson

The Faerie Queene: Book I, Canto I

Edmund Spenser

Queen Mab: Part Vi (Excerpts)

"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light,
Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd
Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Old Age Of Queen Maeve

A certain poet in outlandish clothes
Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane,
William Butler Yeats

To The Queen

O loyal to the royal in thyself,
And loyal to thy land, as this to thee--
Alfred Lord Tennyson

If Truth In Hearts That Perish

If truth in hearts that perish
Could move the powers on high,
Alfred Edward Housman

Drama Queen

Everything i say
must always be right
Charity Buckley

In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth

1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,
Anne Bradstreet

Sonnet 41 - I Thank All Who Have Loved Me In Their Hearts

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Color Of A Queen, Is This

The Color of a Queen, is this—
Emily Dickinson

Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring

Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
Robert Burns

Queen Matilda

Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare,"
Lost his only son William at sea,
Marriott Edgar

African Queen

I'm an African
I'm Black
Prudence Mathebula

Queen Henrietta Maria

IN the lone tent, waiting for victory,
She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain,
Oscar Wilde

Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is EndearÈD With All Hearts

Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,
William Shakespeare

I Am Queen To My King

Do you have any idea how you make me feel,
Crazy but true though always will......
Brandi Cuff

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