Classical Poems


Title Poet
Wingfoot Lake
On her 36th birthday, Thomas had shown her
her first swimming pool. It had been
Rita Dove poet by Rita Dove
on 10/21/2013
Wine
My brain grows dizzy, whirled and overthrown
With wine: my senses are no more my own.
Theognis of Megara poet by Theognis of Megara
on 9/24/2012
Wine the Healer
Who his cups can stoutly bear,
In his cups despiseth fear,
Anacreon poet by Anacreon
on 9/19/2012
Wing-Beat
In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a season
through the occlusion
Robert Gray poet by Robert Gray
on 5/8/2012
Winds of Wrath
Silly little bird,
Singing of its love,
Gamaliel Bradford poet by Gamaliel Bradford
on 4/4/2012
Wingless Victory
I
Victory! Was that proud word once so dear?
Robert Laurence Binyon poet by Robert Laurence Binyon
on 9/1/2010
Wings
Pearl-gray is the sky,
And high within it, sailing by,
Harriet Monroe poet by Harriet Monroe
on 4/16/2010
Wings
GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipped and rose
Where tossing crests like Alpine snows
Katharine Lee Bates poet by Katharine Lee Bates
on 4/16/2010
Winfreda
Ovarus mine,
Plant thou the vine
Eugene Field poet by Eugene Field
on 4/9/2010
Wine
Drinking, I sit,
Lost to Night,
Li Po poet by Li Po
on 4/8/2010
Wine Of The Fairies
I am drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Percy Bysshe Shelley poet by Percy Bysshe Shelley
on 4/1/2010
Windsor Forest
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
Alexander Pope poet by Alexander Pope
on 3/30/2010
Windsor Poetics : Lines Composed On The Occasion Of His Ro..
Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;
George Gordon Byron poet by George Gordon Byron
on 3/25/2010
Windy Night
Last night it was an intensely windy night—
a night of countless stars;
Jibanananda Das poet by Jibanananda Das
on 1/1/2009
Wine And Joy
Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
Fyodor Sologub poet by Fyodor Sologub
on 1/1/2004
Winged Words
The winged words, they pass
Still everywhere,
Robert Crawford poet by Robert Crawford
on 1/1/2004
Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
Gilbert Keith Chesterton poet by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
on 1/1/2004
Wine Bibber
I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
Windy fall
At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:
Kobayashi Issa poet by Kobayashi Issa
on 1/13/2003
Winged Man
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits,
The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates,
Stephen Vincent Benet poet by Stephen Vincent Benet
on 1/3/2003
Winds of May
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
James Joyce poet by James Joyce
on 1/3/2003
Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
Gilbert Keith Chesterton poet by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
on 1/3/2003
Windy Nights
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
Robert Louis Stevenson poet by Robert Louis Stevenson
on 1/3/2003
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