Classical Poems


Title Poet
A Bunch of Roses
Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
A Bunch of Roses
Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Banjo Paterson poet by Banjo Paterson
on 4/16/2014
A Bunch Of Triolets
You like the trifling triolet:
Well, here are three or four.
Robert Fuller Murray poet by Robert Fuller Murray
on 4/21/2010
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
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A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Emily Dickinson poet by Emily Dickinson
on 1/13/2003
A Burnt Ship
Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
John Donne poet by John Donne
on 1/1/2004
A Bush Christening
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 9/10/2012
A Bush Christmas
The sun burns hotly thro' the gums
As down the road old Rogan comes
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
on 8/31/2012
A Bush Girl
She's milking in the rain and dark,
As did her mother in the past.
Henry Lawson poet by Henry Lawson
on 3/26/2010
A Bush Lawyer
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon
The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
A Bush Lawyer
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon
The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctial rain,
Banjo Paterson poet by Banjo Paterson
on 4/14/2014
A Bush Study, A La Watteau
HE.
See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skyward
Arthur Patchett Martin poet by Arthur Patchett Martin
on 4/21/2010
A Bushman's Love
You say we bushmen cannot love—
Our lives are too prosaic: hence
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake poet by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
on 1/1/2004
A Bushman's Song
I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand,
I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the brand,
Andrew Barton Paterson poet by Andrew Barton Paterson
on 1/1/2004
A Bushranger
Jackey Jackey gallops on a horse like a swallow
Where the carbines bark and the blackboys hollo.
Kenneth Slessor poet by Kenneth Slessor
on 4/1/2010
A Business Deal
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald,
With the outward seeming and the attire
George Ade poet by George Ade
on 9/30/2010
A Busy Man
This crowded life of God's good giving
No man has relished more than I;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
A Byzantine Nobleman In Exile Composing Verses
The frivolous can call me frivolous.
I've always been most punctilious about
Constantine P. Cavafy poet by Constantine P. Cavafy
on 3/23/2012
A Cabbage Patch
Folk ask if I'm alive,
Most think I'm not;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
A Cabeça de Corvo
Alphonsus de Guimaraens poet by Alphonsus de Guimaraens
on 5/31/2012
A Cabin Tale
THE YOUNG MASTER ASKS FOR A STORY
Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile,
Paul Laurence Dunbar poet by Paul Laurence Dunbar
on 4/2/2010
A Cachoeira
Antonio de Castro Alves poet by Antonio de Castro Alves
on 6/6/2012
A Caged Bird
I am like a caged bird
that doesn't ever get tired
Rookie - 565 Points Sayeed Abubakar poet by Sayeed Abubakar
on 5/27/2013
A Calendar of Sonnets: April
No days such honored days as these! While yet
Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
Helen Hunt Jackson poet by Helen Hunt Jackson
on 1/3/2003
A Calendar of Sonnets: August
Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Helen Hunt Jackson poet by Helen Hunt Jackson
on 1/3/2003
A Calendar of Sonnets: December
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Helen Hunt Jackson poet by Helen Hunt Jackson
on 1/3/2003
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