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| Afterwards |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| Afterwards by Thomas Hardy When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like win |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hardy/afterwards.htm |
| Annabel Lee |
| by Edgar Allen Poe |
| Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Poe/annabel_lee.htm |
| anniversary |
| by John Donne |
| The Anniversary by John Donne All Kings, and all their favourites, All glory of honours, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Donne/anniversary.htm |
| Anthem for Doomed Youth |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen What passing-bells for these who die as cattle ? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering r |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Owen/Anthem for Doomed Youth.htm |
| At Castle Boterel |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| At Castle Boterel by Thomas Hardy As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at the fa |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hardy/At Castle Boterel.htm |
| Bare Almond Trees |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Bare Almond Trees by D.H. Lawrence Wet almond-trees, in the rain, Like iron sticking grimly out of earth ; Black almond trunks, in the rain, Like ir |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/bare_almond_trees.htm |
| Blow, Bugle, Blow |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Blow, Bugle Blow by Alfred, Lord Tennyson The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lake |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/blow,_bugle,_blow.htm |
| charles XII of sweden |
| by Samuel Johnson |
| Charles XII of Sweden by Samuel Johnson On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of ada |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Johnson/charles_xii_of_sweden.htm |
| Classical Poets - index page |
| Collection of classical poets |
| Lines Bronte - Past Present Future Burns - destruction_of_the_sennacherib Burns - from_don_juan Burns - growing_old Burns - italy_versus_england Bu |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/index.htm |
| Come into the garden Maud |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Come into the garden Maud by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/come_into_the_garden_maud.htm |
| Crossing Brooklyn Ferry |
| by Walt Whitman |
| Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman I Flood-tide below me ! I see you face to face ! Clouds of the west - sun there half an hour high - I see yo |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Whitman/crossing_brooklyn_ferry.htm |
| Danny Deever |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| Danny Deever by Rudyard Kipling "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out," The |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/danny_deever.htm |
| Death, be not Proud |
| by John Donne |
| Death, be not Proud From Holy Sonnets by John Donne (iii) Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Donne/Death be not Proud.htm |
| destruction of the sennacherib |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/destruction_of_the_sennacherib.htm |
| Dulce et Decorum est |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| Dulce et Decorum est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on t |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Owen/dulce_et_decorum_est.htm |
| Eagle in New Mexico |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Eagle in New Mexico by D.H. Lawrence Towards the sun, towards the south-west A scorched breast. A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer, |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/eagle_in_new_mexico.htm |
| Elegy Written In a Country Churchyard |
| by Thomas Gray |
| Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plough |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Gray/elegy_written_in_a_country_churc.htm |
| Epitaph |
| by Sir Walter Ralegh |
| Epitaph by Sir Walter Ralegh Even such is Time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust; Who in |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Ralegh/epitaph.htm |
| Exposure |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| Exposure by Wilfred Owen Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us . . . Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Owen/exposure.htm |
| Figs |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Figs by D.H. Lawrence The proper way to eat a fig, in society, Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump, And open it, so that it is a glitter |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/figs.htm |
| from Don Juan |
| by Lord Byron |
| Don Juan (an extract from) by Lord Byron (i) Dedication Bob Southey! You're a poet, poet laureate, And representative of all the race. Although R |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/from_don_juan.htm |
| Growing Old |
| by Lord Byron |
| Growing Old by Lord Byron But now at thirty years my hair is grey- (I wonder what it will be like at forty ? I thought of a peruke the other day-) M |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/growing_old.htm |
| How the Doughty Duke of Albany... |
| by John Skelton |
| How the Doughty Duke of Albany like a Coward Knight ran away shamefully with an Hundred Thousand Tratling Scots and Fainthearted Frenchmen, beside t |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Skelton/how_the_doughty_duke_of_albany___.htm |
| Humming Bird |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Humming Bird by D.H. Lawrence I can imagine, in some otherworld Primeval-dumb, far back In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed, H |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/humming_bird.htm |
| I Remember, I Remember |
| by Thomas Hood |
| I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; H |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hood/i_remember,_i_remember.htm |
| If |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| If by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men d |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/If.htm |
| In Memoriam |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| In Memoriam (Extract from) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson I dreamed there would be Spring no more, That Nature's ancient power was lost : The streets were |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/in_memoriam.htm |
| In the Valley of Cauteretz |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| In the Valley of Cauteretz by Alfred, Lord Tennyson All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/in_the_valley_of_cauteretz.htm |
| Italy versus England |
| by Lord Byron |
| Italy versus England by Lord Byron With all its sinful doings, I must say, That Italy's a pleasant place to me, Who love to see the sun shine every |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/italy_versus_england.htm |
| Kangaroo |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Kangaroo by D.H. Lawrence In the northern hemisphere Life seems to leap at the air, or skim under the wind Like stags on rocky ground, or pawing hor |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/kangaroo.htm |
| kubla khan |
| by Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns me |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Coleridge/kubla_khan.htm |
| Last Lines |
| by Emily Brontë |
| Last Lines by Emily Brontë No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith sh |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Bronte/last_lines.htm |
| Lycidas |
| by John Milton |
| Lycidas by John Milton Elegy on a Friend drowned in the Irish Channel Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never se |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Milton/lycidas.htm |
| My Rival |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| My Rival by Rudyard Kipling I go to concert, party, ball― What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive to look at ease. Th |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/my_rival.htm |
| Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College |
| by Thomas Gray |
| Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College by Thomas Gray Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science s |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Gray/ode_on_a_distant_prospect_of_eton_college.htm |
| Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat .. |
| by Thomas Gray |
| On the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a tub of Gold Fishes by Thomas Gray 'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The a |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Gray/ode_on_the_death_of_a_favourite_cat___.htm |
| Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity |
| by John Milton |
| Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity by John Milton This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Milton/ode_on_the_morning_of_christ's_nativity.htm |
| Ode to a Skylark |
| by Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Ode to a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert - That from Heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In p |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Shelley/ode_to_a_skylark.htm |
| Ode to the West Wind |
| by Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley I O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Shelley/ode_to_the_west_wind.htm |
| On His Blindness |
| by John Milton |
| On His Blindness by John Milton When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is d |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Milton/on_his_blindness.htm |
| On the Death of Richard West |
| by Thomas Gray |
| On the Death of Richard West by Thomas Gray In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vai |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Gray/on_the_death_of_richard_west.htm |
| On the Departure Platform |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| Departure Platform by Thomas Hardy We kissed at the barrier ; and passing through She left me, and moment by moment got Smaller and smaller, until t |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hardy/On the departure_platform.htm |
| Ozymandias |
| by Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Shelley/ozymandias.htm |
| Paradise Lost |
| by John Milton |
| Paradise Lost (Extract from Book XII) by John Milton Let us descend now, therefore, from this top Of speculation, for the hour precise Exacts our pa |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Milton/paradise_lost.htm |
| Past Present Future |
| by Emily Brontë |
| Past, Present, Future by Emily Brontë Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee ? 'An Autumn evening soft and mild With a |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Bronte/Past Present Future.htm |
| Philip Sparrow |
| by John Skelton |
| Philip Sparrow by John Skelton PLA ce bo! Who is there, who? Di le xi! Dame Margery, Fa, re, my, my. Wherefore and why, why? For the soul of Philip |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Skelton/philip_sparrow.htm |
| Recessional |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| Recessional by Rudyard Kipling God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over p |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/recessional.htm |
| Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam |
| tanslated by Edward FitzGerald |
| Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Translated by Edward FitzGerald 1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that put |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/FitzGerald/rubaiyat_of_omar_khayyam.htm |
| she walks in beauty |
| by Lord Byron |
| She walks in beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright M |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/she_walks_in_beauty.htm |
| Snake |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Snake by D.H. Lawrence A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scente |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/snake.htm |
| Song of Myself LII |
| by Walt Whitman |
| Song of Myself LII by Walt Whitman The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I t |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Whitman/song_of_myself_lii.htm |
| Song of the Lotos-Eaters |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Song of the Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-de |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/song_of_the_lotos-eaters.htm |
| Strange Meeting |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which tit |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Owen/strange_meeting.htm |
| Tears, Idle Tears |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Tears, Idle Tears by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the hea |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/tears,_idle_tears.htm |
| The Bard |
| by Thomas Gray |
| The Bard by Thomas Gray I. 1 'Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait, Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Gray/the_bard.htm |
| The Bridge of Sighs |
| by Thomas Hood |
| The Bridge of Sighs by Thomas Hood One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hood/the_bridge_of_sighs.htm |
| The Brook |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson I come from haunts of coot and hern I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valle |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/The Brook.htm |
| The Charge of the Light Brigade |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/the_charge_of_the_light_brigade.htm |
| The Darkling Thrush |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of d |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hardy/The Darkling Thrush.htm |
| The Death Bed |
| by Thomas Hood |
| The Death Bed by Thomas Hood We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hood/the_death_bed.htm |
| The Dykes |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Dykes by Rudyard Kipling We have no heart for the fishing―we have no hand for the oar― All that our fathers taught us of old pleases |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/the_dykes.htm |
| The Eagle |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Eagle by Alfred, Lord Tennyson He clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/The_Eagle.htm |
| The Eve of Waterloo |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Eve of Waterloo by Lord Byron There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's Capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and br |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/the_eve_of_waterloo.htm |
| The Gods of the Copybook Headings |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race. I make my proper prostrations to the G |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/the_gods_of_the_copybook_headings.htm |
| The Isles of Greece |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Isles of Greece by Lord Byron The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peac |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/the_isles_of_greece.htm |
| The Lady of Shalott |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson PART I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/The Lady of Shalott.htm |
| The Mask of Anarchy |
| by Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| The Mask of Anarchy Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester. by Percy Bysshe Shelley As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Shelley/the_mask_of_anarchy.htm |
| The Mosquito |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| The Mosquito by D.H. Lawrence When did you start your tricks, Monsieur ? What do you stand on such high legs for ? Why this length of shredded shank |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Lawrence/the_mosquito.htm |
| The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd |
| by Sir Walter Ralegh |
| The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Ralegh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty plea |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Ralegh/the_nymph's_reply_to_the_shepherd.htm |
| The Old Men |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Old Men by Rudyard Kipling This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end― That we outlive the impatient years and the much to |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/The Old Men.htm |
| The Prisoner of Chillon |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Prisoner of Chillon (an extract from) by Lord Byron A kind of change came in my fate, My keepers grew compassionate ; I know not what had made t |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Byron/the_prisoner_of_chillon.htm |
| The Raven |
| by Edgar Allen Poe |
| The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Poe/raven.htm |
| The Requiem Mass |
| by John Skelton |
| The Requiem Mass by John Skelton Lauda, anima mea, Dominum! To weep with me look that ye come All manner of birdės in your kind; See none be le |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Skelton/the_requiem_mass.htm |
| The Retreat |
| by Henry Vaughan |
| The Retreat by Henry Vaughan Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy ! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Vaughan/The Retreat.htm |
| The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
| by Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge PART I It is an ancient Mariner And he stoppeth one of three. By thy long grey beard and |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Coleridge/the_rime_of_the_ancient_mariner.htm |
| The Robin |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| The Robin by Thomas Hardy When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Toward the brink |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Hardy/The_Robin.htm |
| The Send-Off |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| The Send-Off by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Thei |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Owen/the_send-off.htm |
| The Sentry |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| The Sentry by Wilfred Owen We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on top, but never qui |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Owen/the_sentry.htm |
| The Sun Rising |
| by John Donne |
| The Sun Rising by John Donne Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains call on us ? Must to thy motions lo |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Donne/the_sun_rising.htm |
| The Waterfall |
| by Henry Vaughan |
| The Waterfall by Henry Vaughan With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth Doth thy transparent, cool, and watery wealth Here flowing fall, |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Vaughan/the_waterfall.htm |
| The Way Through the Woods |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/The Way Through the Woods.htm |
| The White Man's Burden |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The White Man's Burden by Rudyard Kipling (The United States and the Philippine Islands) Take up the White Man's burden― Send forth the best y |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Kipling/the_white_man's_burden.htm |
| The World |
| by Henry Vaughan |
| The World by Henry Vaughan I saw Eternity the other night Like a great Ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright ; And round beneath |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Vaughan/the_world.htm |
| Tithonus |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Tithonus by Alfred, Lord Tennyson The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the f |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Tennyson/tithonus.htm |
| To a Locomotive in Winter |
| by Walt Whitman |
| To a Locomotive in Winter by Walt Whitman Thee for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee in |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/favourite_poets/Whitman/to_a_locomotive_in_winter.htm |
| Tommy |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| Tommy by Rudyard Kipling I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The g |
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| Ulysses |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I m |
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| Wages |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| Wages by D.H. Lawrence The wages of work is cash. The wages of cash is want more cash. The wages of want more cash is vicious competition. The wages |
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| When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd |
| by Walt Whitman |
| When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman I When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western |
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| XXIV Whitman |
| by Walt Whitman |
| Song of Myself XXIV by Walt Whitman Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sent |
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