Poems begining by V

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Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides

© William Cullen Bryant

The night winds howled--the billows dashed
  Against the tossing chest;
And Danae to her broken heart
  Her slumbering infant pressed.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 9

© Joel Barlow

Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,

Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.

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Visits To St. Elizabeth's

© Elizabeth Bishop

This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.

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Valedictory Poem

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Lay me low, my work is done;

I am weary. Lay me low,

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Vision (original French)

© Joachim du Bellay

Une louve je vis sous l'antre d'un rocher
Allaitant deux bessons : je vis à sa mamelle
Mignardement jouer cette couple jumelle,
Et d'un col allongé la louve les lécher.

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Vain Hope

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,

  Though late it be, though lily-time be past,

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Vellen O’ The Tree

© William Barnes

Aye, the girt elem tree out in little hwome groun'

  Wer a-stannèn this mornèn, an' now's a-cut down.

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Veterans

© Alfred Noyes

When the last charge sounds
  And the battle thunders o'er the plain,
Thunders o'er the trenches where the red streams flow,
  Will it not be well with us,
  Veterans, veterans,
If, beneath your torn old flag, we burst upon the foe?

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Venus in the Garden

© James Weldon Johnson

Snow-white roses, blood-red roses,
In that sweet garden close,
Offered incense to the goddess:
Both the white and the crimson rose.

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V. Catullus Explains

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Hark thou, my Lesbia, there be none existent
Can truly say she hath been loved by me
As thou hast been. No faith is more consistent
Than that which V. Catullus gives to thee.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 4

© Joel Barlow

In one dark age, beneath a single hand,

Thus rose an empire in the savage land.

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Verses Ty'd About A Fawn's Neck

© Mary Barber

As thro' this sylvan Scene I stray'd,
I saw and lov'd the Iv'ry Maid:
And hearing that she fled from Man,
I begg'd this Form of mighty Pan;

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Virelay

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Alone walking

In thought plaining,

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Valkyriur Song

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sea-king woke from the troubled sleep

 Of a vision-haunted night,

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Vain Hiding

© Margaret Widdemer

I SAID: "I shall find peace now, for my love has never been
  Here in the little room, in the quiet place;
The walls shall not quiver around me, nor fires begin,
  And I shall forget his voice and perhaps his face
  And be still for a little space."

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Vigils

© Aline Murray Kilmer

ONCE I knelt in my shining mail
Here by Thine altar all the night.
My heart beat proudly, my prayer rose loudly,
But I looked to my armor to win the fight.

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Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Aspasie, trillistos.
  I heard the trailing garments of the Night
  Sweep through her marble halls!
  I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
  From the celestial walls!

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Verbal Calisthenics

© Sylvia Plath

My love for you is more
athletic than a verb,
Agile as a star
The tents of sun absorb.

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Victory Britannia -- from Runnamede, final lines

© John Logan

Albem. Rapt into heaven,
High visions pass before the holy man;
His tranced accent is the voice divine.

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Vision

© Aldous Huxley

I had been sitting alone with books,
Till doubt was a black disease,
When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks
In the bare, prophetic trees.