Poems begining by V
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Verses On Rome
© Frances Anne Kemble
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee,
Shall not forget the bitterest private grief
Vacaciones
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
De tu pueblo a tu hacienda te llevabas
la cabellera en libertad y el pecho
guardado por cien místicas aldabas.
Veil, lord, mine eyes till she be past
© George Wither
Veil, Lord, mine eyes till she be past,
When Folly tempts my sight;
Vanity Fair
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,
As we talk of the opera after the weather,
Valse Jeune
© Louise Imogen Guiney
ARE favoring ladies above thee?
Are there dowries and lands? Do they say
Seven others are fair? But I love thee:
Aultre nauray!
Vesperal
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Strange grows the river on the sunless evenings!
The river comforts me, grown spectral, vague and dumb:
Long was the day; at last the consoling shadows come:
_Sufficient for the day are the day's evil things!_
Venus' Advice To The Muses
© Matthew Prior
Thus to the Muses spoke the Cyprian Dame,
Adorn my altars, and revere my name.
Voluptas
© James Weldon Johnson
To chase a never-reached mirage
Across the hot, white sand,
And choke and die, while gazing on
Its green and watered strand.
Venus And Adonis
© William Shakespeare
TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.
RIGHT HONORABLE,
Valeries Confession. To A Friend.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THEY declare that I'm gracefully pretty,
The very best waltzer that whirls;
They say I am sparkling and witty,
The pearl, the queen rose-bud of girls.
Voices from the Other World
© James Merrill
Presently at our touch the teacup stirred,
Then circled lazily about
From A to Z. The first voice heard
(If they are voices, these mute spellers-out)
Was that of an engineer
Villon
© Ted Hughes
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.
Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under the walls of Monterey
At daybreak the bugles began to play,
Visitation
© Jeffrey Harrison
Walking past the open window, she is surprised
by the song of the white-throated sparrow
Voyages
© Hart Crane
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks,
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed
Gaily digging and scattering.
Voyage
© Samuel Menashe
Water opens without end
At the bow of the ship
Rising to descend
Away from it
Vermeer
© Debora Greger
Every seaworthy vessel a woman
whose mate, eloquent of how she handled
under the worst of weathers, hailed his goddess
of wet fire, handmaid and dockside whore.
