Battle Of Hastings – I (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge ...
Poems about lode (15 Poems)
The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
Frank Little At Calvary (Lola Ridge Poems)
IHe walked under the shadow of the HillWhere men are fed into the firesAnd walled apart…Unarmed and alone,He summoned his ...
Knoledge, Acquayntance, Resort, Fauour With Grace (John Skelton Poems)
Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space;Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte;Wordys well ...
White (George Woodcock Poems)
White is the evening nature of my thoughtWhen neutral time that drains the night of greenFlows through the dusk in ...
The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Socialismo (Ferdinando Fontana Poems)
Dal di' che pochi dissero:--"Ecco i nuovi orizzonti!"E che un fiero entusiasmo--scintillo' sulle fronti,E che feudi e tiranni,--pregiudizii e messaliEntraron, ...
Cock Lorrelle’s Bote (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
The More Modern Ballad of Chevy Chace (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
God prosper long our noble king,Our liffes and safetyes all;A woefull hunting once there didIn Chevy-Chace befall.To drive the deere ...
Lights Along the Mile (Alfred Thomas Chandler Poems)
THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy ...
Pennarby Mine (Arthur Conan Doyle Poems)
Pennarby shaft is dark and steep, Eight foot wide, eight hundred deep. Stout the bucket and tough the cord, Strong ...
Romeus and Iuliet: To The Reader (Arthur Broke Poems)
Amid the desert rockes, the mountaine beare. Bringes forth vnformd, vnlyke her selfe her yong: Nought els but lumpes of ...
The Lodes That Under-lie (Edwin Greenslade Murphy Poems)
O, calm and clear the liar liesWho writes reports on mines;Behold what knowledge deep and wiseHis legend intertwines.But ah, if ...
Patience (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
A wind comes from the north Blowing little flocks of birds Like spray across the town, And a train, roaring ...
Sierra Kid (Philip Levine Poems)
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...