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 perdie (18 Poems)
Fire! (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
By Sir W. S.I.St. Giles's street is fair and wide,St. Giles's street is long;But long or wide, may naught abideTherein ...
The Ride (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, She rode by fields of barley, By morning-glories filled with rain, And beechen branches gnarly. She ...
Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade (Fran Poems)
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...Men, brother men, that after us yet live,Let not ...
Margery (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I When _Spring_ is here and MARGERY Goes walking in the woods with me, She is so white, she is so shy, The little ...
A Cavalier’s Toast (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Some drink to Friendship, some to Love,-- Through whom the world is fair, perdie!-- But I to one these others prove, Who leaps ...
The Mirror (Cornelius Arnold Poems)
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
The Shepheardes Calender: May (Edmund Spenser Poems)
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
The Shepheardes Calender: December (Edmund Spenser Poems)
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
The Shepheardes Calender: August (Edmund Spenser Poems)
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
A Riddle: A Tale (Cornelius Arnold Poems)
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
The Shepheardes Calender: March (Edmund Spenser Poems)
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
Cinthia the Nimph, Her Song To Faire Polydora (Bartholomew Young Poems)
Neere to the River banks, with greeneAnd pleasant trees on every side,Where freest minds would most have beene,That never felt ...
The Red King (Charles Kingsley Poems)
The King was drinking in Malwood Hall,There came in a monk before them all:He thrust by squire, he thrust by ...
Field-Flower (Francis Thompson Poems)
A Phantasy.God took a fit of Paradise-wind, A slip of coerule weather,A thought as simple as Himself, And ravelled them ...
Ballade Of Dead Republics (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men free; Then sank into stupor by the way, ...
Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade (Francois Villon Poems)
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez, N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ... Men, brother men, that after us yet ...
The Eve of Crecy (William Morris Poems)
Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a ...