Poems yet to be categorised
- An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowby Percy Bysshe Shelley 13 lines, 1 comment - In that soft season, when descending show'rs
Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;by Alexander Pope 519 lines - Her pure nails sprung up exalting their onyx,
Anxiety, this midnight, bearing light, sustains,by Stephane Mallarme 14 lines - Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,
Mary, the daughter of their youth;by Ben Jonson 12 lines - THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 49 lines, 3 comments - La lune s'attristait. Des séraphins en pleurs
Rêvant, l'archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleursby Stephane Mallarme 16 lines - The Procreation Sonnets are grouped together because they all address the same young man, and all encourage him -- with a variety of themes and arguements -- toby William Shakespeare 262 lines
- Surely these muted days are one with days remembered,
This necromantic sun is an evocationby Clark Ashton Smith 10 lines, 2 comments - Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,
And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear,by Edgar Albert Guest 23 lines, 1 comment - And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferingsby Sarojini Naidu 0 lines, 1 comment - My country! In thy days of glory past
A beauteous halo circled round thy browby Henry Louis Vivian Derozio 14 lines - Soft as the bed in the earth
Where a stone has lain—by William Carlos Williams 13 lines, 1 comment - Shaganet, o my love, Shaganet!
You will know because I am Nordic;by Sergei Aleksandrovich Esenin 28 lines - A tearful tincture washes
Cabbage-green skies;by Arthur Rimbaud 48 lines, 4 comments - The sky was blue, so blue,
that day, And each daisy white, so white;by Angelina Weld Grimke 11 lines - In the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks.
A thicket of shadows is a poor coat. I inhabitby Sylvia Plath 26 lines, 6 comments - Don't look at me so lovingly.
In the soft shadow of your eyelashesby Ali Sardar Jafri 21 lines, 2 comments - 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot
Lay in the Field of Blood;by Robert Williams Buchanan 244 lines - A big young bareheaded woman
in an apronby William Carlos Williams 11 lines, 1 comment - It is spring once more in the Coast Range
Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon.by Kenneth Rexroth 19 lines - Br-r-ram-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:
All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter-by Mona Van Duyn 38 lines, 3 comments - I pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn,
The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open.by Kenneth Rexroth 12 lines - Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire
May rise distinguished o'er the din of war;by Sir Walter Scott 934 lines - Thy voice prevails -- dear friend, my gentle friend!
This long-shut heart for thee shall be unsealed,by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 267 lines
