Classical Poems and poetry that is classical in nature.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:34:08
I am monarch of all I survey;
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:33:09
A Land Dirge by John Webster
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole,
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:11:19
A Sea Dirge By William Shakespeare
From 'The Tempest'
Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them.,-
Ding, dong, bell.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:10:27
The Sailor's Wife by William J Mickle
And are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he's weel?
Is this a time to think o' wark?
Ye jades, lay by your wheel;
Is this the time to spin a thread,
When Colin's at the door?
Reach down my cloak, I'll to the quay
And see him come ashore.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:09:25
Loss of The Royal George by William Cowper
Toll for the brave
The Brave that are no more,
All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:04:13
The Northern Star - A Tynemouth Ship
The 'Northern Star'
Sail'd over the bar
Bound to the Baltic Sea ;
In the morning gray
She stretch'd away : —
'Twas a weary day to me !
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:02:34
RIGHT on our flank the crimson sun went down,
The deep sea rolled around in dark repose,
When, like the wild shriek from some captured town,
A cry of women rose.
The stout ship Birkenhead lay hard and fast,
Caught, without hope, upon a hidden rock;
Her timbers thrilled as nerves, when through them passed
The spirit of that shock.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:01:33
Casabianca by Felicia D Hemans
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
Submitted by admin on 2011-12-02 16:44:33
William And Margaret by David Mallet
'TWAS at the silent, solemn hour
When night and morning meet ;
In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,
And stood at William's feet.
Submitted by admin on 2011-12-02 16:43:35
John Gilpin by William Cowper
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he
Of famous London town.
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