Poems begining by V
/ page 2 of 25 /
Vœu d'un vanneur de blé, aux vents
© Joachim du Bellay
A vous, troppe legere,Qui d'æle passagerePar le monde volez,Et d'un sifflant murmureL'ombrageuse verdureDoulcement esbranlez,
Vitæ Summa Brevis Spem nos Vetet Incohare Longam
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate;I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.
Visualization of Marxism
© Bell Julian Heward
Expose the world, anatomize,Strip clothes from skin, strip skin, then flesh, from bone
Voronezh
© Aaron Rafi
The darkness drops its anchor on our lungs and wefeel the weight of each breath
Vale
© Catherine Pozzi
La grande amour que vous m'aviez donnée
Le vent des jours a rompu ses rayons
Où fut la flamme, où fut la destinée
Où nous étions, où par la main serrée
Nous nous tenions
Vanity Fair
© Sylvia Plath
Through frost-thick weather
This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if
Caught in a hazardous medium that might
Merely by its continuing
Attach her to heaven.
Valentine's Day
© Charles Kingsley
Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.
Vaudracour And Julia
© William Wordsworth
O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!
Valentine--To Lizzie Siddal
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
YESTERDAY was St. Valentine.
Thought you at all, dear dove divine,
Verses Sent To A Lady, Who Took Delight In Ridiculing A Person
© Mary Barber
Should you employ your Ridicule,
On those who Pity claim?
Think, Birtha, is the native Fool
For Wit a proper Theme?
Variations At Home And Abroad
© Kenneth Koch
It takes a lot of a person's life
To be French, or English, or American
Verses Written on Her Death-Bed
© Mary Monck
Thou, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy:
Vox Ecclesiae, Vox Christi
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not 'neath the altar only,yet, in sooth,
There more than elsewhere,is the cry, How long?
Vision Of Columbus - Book 8
© Joel Barlow
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,
Veil'd the wide worldwhen sudden shades of night
Vanitie
© George Herbert
The fleet Astronomer can bore
And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde
Voice Of New England
© John Greenleaf Whittier
UP the hillside, down the glen,
Rouse the sleeping citizen;
Summon out the might of men!
Like a lion growling low,
Voices Of The Night : The Reaper And The Flowers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
Verses by Lady Geralda
© Anne Brontë
Its sound was music then to me;
Its wild and lofty voice
Made by heart beat exultingly
And my whole soul rejoice.
