. There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye …
Read Poem »Tag Archives: Classic Poetry
Ennui
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Read Poem »There is an Eminence,–of these our hills
There is an Eminence,–of these our hills The last that …
Read Poem »Dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is …
Read Poem »The World Is Too Much With Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon, …
Read Poem »Dream Variations
To fling my arms wide In some place of the …
Read Poem »The Wishing Gate
[In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of an …
Read Poem »Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up …
Read Poem »The Virgin
. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least …
Read Poem »Dinner Guest: Me
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and …
Read Poem »The Two April Mornings
We walked along, while bright and red Uprose the morning …
Read Poem »Democracy
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through …
Read Poem »