Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Poems about ode (26 Poems)
Oatmeal (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
A Translation (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Horace, BK. V., Ode 3 "Regulus"-- A Diversity of Creatures There are whose study is of smells, And to attentive ...
THE WANDERER’S STORM-SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
[Goethe says of this ode, that it is the only one remaining out of several strange hymns and dithyrambs composed ...
TO THE GRASSHOPPER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
AFTER ANACREON. [The strong resemblance of this fine poem to Cowley's Ode bearing the same name, and beginning "Happy insect! ...
THREE ODES TO MY FRIEND. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
WINTER JOURNEY OVER THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
The Progress of Poesy (Thomas Gray Poem)
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
The Bard (Thomas Gray Poem)
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Plutonian Ode (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
A Tale of the Miser and the Poet (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
America (Robert Creeley Poem)
America, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
280. The Kirk of Scotland’s Alarm: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) (Ezra Pound Poems)
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor (Ogden Nash Poems)
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Cromwell’s Return (Andrew Marvell Poems)
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough (John Milton Poems)
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
Invocation To The Muses (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Mrs. Benjamin Painter (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I know that he told how I snared his soul With a snare which bled him to death. And all ...
On The Morning Of Christs Nativity (John Milton Poems)
I This is the Month, and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King, Of wedded Maid, ...