917 match(es) found in poems


ARM’D year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
Walt Whitman

Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
William Shakespeare

The Lady Of Shalott (1842)

On either side the river lie
Alfred Lord Tennyson

England In 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Wife In London (December, 1899)

I--The Tragedy
She sits in the tawny vapour
Thomas Hardy

London, 1802

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
William Wordsworth

A Boston Ballad, 1854

TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;
Walt Whitman

To Helen - 1848

I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
Edgar Allan Poe

Love Sonnet 181: 'so Many Went To War, Had Frontiers Cros..

So many went to war, had frontiers crossed,
All very apt and fitting for the times,
Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Sonnet 18 - I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair Away

I never gave a lock of hair away
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871]

My father, he was a mountaineer,
His fist was a knotty hammer;
Stephen Vincent Benet

Sweet 18; ]/Grown Now

oh wow im 18 now and its so cool
i mean im grown now
sheniqua lowery

Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806

CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars
Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled
William Wordsworth

General Prologue 18: The Parson - Geoffrey Chaucer (Forres..

A good man was there of religion,
And was a poor Parson of a town,
Forrest Hainline

18 Years Old

Tomorrow I'm
18 years old
Christina Phan


From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
Alfred Edward Housman

A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811

She was an aged woman; and the years
Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Prophecy. February 1807

HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!
Thus in your books the record shall be found,
William Wordsworth

On Dante's Monument, 1818

Though all the nations now
Peace gathers under her white wings,
Count Giacomo Leopardi

#188 Haiku The Mountain Lion

Some cats climb mountains
Beautiful strong swift creatures
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes


All our best ye have branded
When the people were choosing them,
Joseph Mary Plunkett


At Viscount Nelson’s lavish funeral,
While the mob milled and yelled about St Paul’s,
Robert Graves

Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace

Why should such gloomy silence reign;
And why is all the house so drear,
Anne Brontë

Lyric Written In 1830

What means my name to you?...T'will die
As does the melancholy murmur
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812)

Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,
Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,
Joel Barlow

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