Top 100 Poems About: PARIS


In this page, poems on / about “paris” are listed.
  • 1.
    France, The 18th Year Of These States


    A GREAT year and place;
    A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's
    heart closer than any yet. read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 2.
    Paris

    First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
    Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;
    But Paris for the smoothness of the paths
    That lead the heart unto the heart's delight. . . . read more »

    Alan Seeger
  • 3.
    Paris In Spring

    The city's all a-shining
    Beneath a fickle sun,
    A gay young wind's a-blowing,
    The little shower is done. read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 4.
    Salvage

    Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year
    between Brussels and Paris.
    And, William Morris, when I read your old chapter on
    the great arches and naves and little whimsical read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 5.
    Modern Love Xxxiii: In Paris, At The Louvre

    'In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen
    The sumptuously-feathered angel pierce
    Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked he fierce,
    Showing the fight a fair one? Too serene! read more »

    George Meredith
  • 6.
    Louis Napoleon

    EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings
    When far away upon a barbarous strand,
    In fight unequal, by an obscure hand,
    Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings! read more »

    Oscar Wilde
  • 7.
    The Indiscreet Confessions

    FAMED Paris ne'er within its walls had got,
    Such magick charms as were Aminta's lot,
    Youth, beauty, temper, fortune, she possessed,
    And all that should a husband render blessed, read more »

    Jean De La Fontaine
  • 8.
    Paris, October 1936

    From all of this I am the only one who leaves.
    From this bench I go away, from my pants,
    from my great situation, from my actions,
    from my number split side to side, read more »

    Cesar Vallejo
  • 9.
    Insomnia

    Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try;
    Since twelve I haven't closed an eye,
    And now it's three, and as I lie,
    From Notre Dame to St. Denis read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 10.
    Œnone's Complaint

    Melpomene, the muse of tragic songs,
    With mournful tunes, in stole of dismal hue,
    Assist a silly nymph to wail her woe,
    And leave thy lusty company behind. read more »

    George Peele
  • 11.
    Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might

    I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
    And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
    Till now wrapt in a most infernal night,
    I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss. read more »

    Sir Philip Sidney
  • 12.
    The Ballad Of Bouillabaisse

    A street there is in Paris famous,
    For which no rhyme our language yields,
    Rue Neuve de petits Champs its name is -
    The New Street of the Little Fields; read more »

    William Makepeace Thackeray
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