Classical Poems


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Emily Jane Brontë poet [long Neglect Has Worn Away] by Emily Jane Brontë
Long neglect has worn away
Half the sweet enchanting smile;
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Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of) July by Hilaire Belloc
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,
The purple Kings and all their mounted men;
5.22 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] April by Hilaire Belloc
The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,
Look! little beads of green begin to grow,
5.68 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] August by Hilaire Belloc
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,
That never more shall hear such victories told;
5.54 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] December by Hilaire Belloc
Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness.
5.60 1
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] February by Hilaire Belloc
The winter moon has such a quiet car
That all the winter nights are dumb with rest.
5.37 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] January by Hilaire Belloc
It freezes- all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark's begun:
5.47 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] June by Hilaire Belloc
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.
5.74 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] March by Hilaire Belloc
The north-cast wind has come from Norroway,
Roaring he came above the white waves' tips!
5.77 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] May by Hilaire Belloc
This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all:
My lady's month. A season of young things.
5.47 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] November by Hilaire Belloc
November is that historied Emperor,
Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate,
6.14 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] October by Hilaire Belloc
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
5.35 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] October by Hilaire Belloc
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
5.32 0
Hilaire Belloc poet [month Of] September by Hilaire Belloc
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
Looked eastward out to the September night;
5.62 0
Muriel Rukeyser poet [murmurs From The Earth Of This Land] by Muriel Rukeyser
Murmurs from the earth of this land, from the caves and craters,
from the bowl of darkness. Down watercourses of our
5.12 1
Erin Mouré poet [My eyes, not seeing you] by Erin Mouré
My eyes, not seeing you, to all else
go blind.
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Lawrence Ferlinghetti poet [The Wounded Wilderness of Morris Graves] by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The wounded wilderness of Morris Graves
is not the same wild west
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Rupert John Cornford poet [to Margot Heinemann] by Rupert John Cornford
Heart of the heartless world,
Dear heart, the thought of you
5.21 0
Henry Lawson poet `for'Ard' by Henry Lawson

It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
5.73 2
Ethel Turner poet `oh, If That Rainbow Up There!' by Ethel Turner
Oh, if that rainbow up there,
Spanning the sky past the hill,
4.85 0
Mary Colborne-Veel poet `resurgam' by Mary Colborne-Veel
(Autumn Song)
   Chill breezes moaning are
5.50 0
James Lionel Michael poet `through Pleasant Paths' by James Lionel Michael
Through pleasant paths, through dainty ways,
   Love leads my feet;
6.00 1
Mary Colborne-Veel poet `what Look Hath She?' by Mary Colborne-Veel
What look hath she,
   What majestie,
5.50 0
Henry Kendall poet ~araluen~ by Henry Kendall
River, myrtle rimmed, and set
Deep amongst unfooted dells—
5.63 1
Gregorio Gutiérrez González poet ¡a Nada! by Gregorio Gutiérrez González
5.25 0
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