Carmen Seculare. For the Year 1700. To The King (Matthew Prior Poems)
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, castInto the long Records of Ages past:Review the Years in fairest Action drestWith noted White, ...
Poems about vindicated (12 Poems)
To The Royal Society (excerpts) (Abraham Cowley Poems)
Philosophy the great and only heirOf all that human knowledge which has binUnforfeited by man's rebellious sin,Though full of years ...
Bee-Master (Victoria Sackville-West Poems)
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
Suspicious Minds (Daniel Nester Poems)
Lately I've sat here afternoonsjust listening to thegluttonous newsmen argueabout fathers who killtheir wives and kidsthen spirit off to Mexico.My ...
Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Third Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
To The Royal Society (Abraham Cowley Poems)
I.Philosophy the great and only heirOf all that human knowledge which has binUnforfeited by man's rebellious sin,Though full of years ...
On The Death Of The Queen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Mary of Modena d. 1718 {1}Dark was the shade where only cou'd be seenDisasterous Yew that ever balefull greenDistructive in ...
Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France (Alan Seeger Poems)
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France (Alan Seeger Poems)
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Captain Craig (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
To the United States Senate (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...