Top 100 Poems About: JULY

In this page, poems on / about “july” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Shepheardes Calender: July

    IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde,
    that sittes on yonder bancke, read more »

    Edmund Spenser
  • 2.
    July In Washington

    The stiff spokes of this wheel

    touch the sore spots of the earth.

    On the Potomac, swan-white
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    Robert Lowell
  • 3.
    Fourth Of July At Santa Ynez

    Under the makeshift arbor of leaves
    a hot wind blowing smoke and laughter.
    Music out of the renegade west, read more »

    John Haines
  • 4.
    Answer July


    Answer July—
    Where is the Bee— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 5.
    At Carnoy

    Down in the hollow there’s the whole Brigade
    Camped in four groups: through twilight falling slow
    I hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,
    And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low. read more »

    Siegfried Sassoon
  • 6.
    Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

    Five years have past; five summers, with the length
    Of five long winters! and again I hear
    These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
    With a soft inland murmur.--Once again read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 7.
    Inniskeen Road: July Evening

    The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
    There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
    And there's the half-talk code of mysteries
    And the wink-and-elbow language of delight. read more »

    Patrick Kavanagh
  • 8.
    To Mrs. Will. H. Low.

    Even in the bluest noonday of July,
    There could not run the smallest breath of wind
    But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
    And in the chequered silence and above read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 9.
    Among The Trees

    Oh ye who love to overhang the springs,
    And stand by running waters, ye whose boughs
    Make beautiful the rocks o'er which they play,
    Who pile with foliage the great hills, and rear read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
  • 10.
    The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. July

    To the high breezes of the Goodwood Down
    London has fled, and there awhile forgets
    Its weariness of limb on lawns new--mown read more »

    Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
  • 11.
    A Corymbus For Autumn

    Hearken my chant, 'tis
    As a Bacchante's,
    A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!
    Suffer my singing, read more »

    Francis Thompson
  • 12.
    London In July

    What ails my senses thus to cheat?
    What is it ails the place,
    That all the people in the street
    Should wear one woman's face? read more »

    Amy Levy
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