Poems begining by V

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He whom we anatomized
whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers
and thought on his wit and how neatly he described things
speaks
to us, hatching marrow,
broody all night over the bones of a deadman.

Vicksburg.A Ballad

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

FOR sixty days and upwards,
A storm of shell and shot
Rained round us in a flaming shower,
But still we faltered not.

Viejo Estribillo

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

¿Quién es esa sirena de la voz tan doliente,
de las carnes tan blancas, de la trenza tan bruna?
-Es un rayo de luna que se baña en la fuente,
es un rayo de luna…

Vaunting Oak

© John Crowe Ransom

He is a tower unleaning. But how hell break
If Heaven assault him with full wind and sleet,
And what uproar tall trees concumbent make!

Vanitas

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

Beyond the need of weeping,
Beyond the reach of hands,
May she be quietly sleeping,
In what dim nebulous lands?
Ah, she who understands!

Vies Manquees

© Edith Nesbit

A YEAR ago we walked the wood--
A year ago to-day;
A blackbird fluttered round her brood
Deep in the white-flowered may.

'Vulgarised'

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

All round they murmur, 'O profane,
Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';
But I, by God, would sooner be
Some knight in shattering wars of old,

Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
Some legend strange and vague,
That a midnight host of spectres pale
Beleaguered the walls of Prague.

Verses:Intended To Go With A Posset Dish To My Dear Little Goddaughter

© James Russell Lowell

In good old times, which means, you know,

The time men wasted long ago,

Verses I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN PREFIXED TO THE NOVEL
OF EMMELINE, BUT THEN SUPPRESSED.
O'ERWHELM'D with sorrow, and sustaining long
"The proud man's contumely, th' oppressor's wrong,"

Vields In The Light

© William Barnes

Woone's heart mid leäp wi' thoughts o' jaÿ

In comèn manhood light an' gaÿ

Vanitas Vanitatum

© William Makepeace Thackeray

How spake of old the Royal Seer?
(His text is one I love to treat on.)
This life of ours he said is sheer
Mataiotes Mataioteton.

Villion's Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life

© Andrew Lang

Your clothes, your hose, your broidery,
Your linen that the snow surpasses,
Or ere they're worn, off, off they fly,
'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!

Verses For After-Dinner

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

PHI BETA KAPPA SOCIETY, 1844
I WAS thinking last night, as I sat in the cars,
With the charmingest prospect of cinders and stars,
Next Thursday is--bless me!--how hard it will be,
If that cannibal president calls upon me!

Votive Tablets

That which I learned from the Deity,-
that which through lifetime hath helped me,
Meekly and gratefully now, here I suspend in his shrine.

Verses Printed By Himself On A Flood At Olney

To watch the storms, and hear the sky

Give all our almanacks the lie;

Vixit

Nurse not your grief, nor make obsequious moan

When I have shed this flesh I love so well,

Vields by Watervalls

When our downcast looks be smileless,
Under others' wrongs an' slightens,
When our daily deeds be guileless,
An' do meet unkind requitens,

Virginia--The West

© Walt Whitman

The noble sire fallen on evil days,
I saw with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,
(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)
The insane knife toward the Mother of All.