Poems begining by V
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Verses For Pictures
© William Morris
I am Day; I bring again
Life and glory, Love and pain:
Awake, arise! from death to death
Through me the Worlds tale quickeneth.
Vow To Venus
© Robert Herrick
Happily I had a sight
Of my dearest dear last night;
Make her this day smile on me,
And I'll roses give to thee!
Visit
© Stefan Anton George
Sun with a mellower fall
Plot of your garden edges,
Slants through the house in hedges
Down through gaps in the wall.
Valediction to his Book
© John Donne
I'LL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do
To anger destiny, as she doth us ;
Vigils
© Arthur Rimbaud
II.
The lighting comes round
to the crown post again.
From the two extremities of the room
-- decorations negligible
-- harmonic elevations join.
Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
This is our golden year,--its golden day;
Its bridal memories soon must pass away;
Soon shall its dying music cease to ring,
And every year must loose some silver string,
Till the last trembling chords no longer thrill,--
Hands all at rest and hearts forever still.
Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When Mazarvan the Magician
Journeyed westward through Cathay,
Nothing heard he but the praises
Of Badoura on his way.
Voyages IV
© Hart Crane
All fragrance irrefragably, and claim
Madly meeting logically in this hour
And region that is ours to wreathe again,
Portending eyes and lips and making told
The chancel port and portion of our June-
Visiting The Taoist Priest Dai Tianshan But Not Finding Him
© Li Po
A dog's bark amid the water's sound,
Peach blossom that's made thicker by the rain.
Deep in the trees, I sometimes see a deer,
And at the stream I hear no noonday bell.
Venetian Night
© Arthur Symons
Her eyes in the darkness shone, in the twilight shed
By the gondola bent like the darkness over her head.
Vale` - Egypt's Might is Tumbled Down
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Egypt's might is tumbled down
Down a-down the deeps of though;
Greece is fallen and Troy town,
Glorious Rome hath lost her crown,
Venice' pride is nought.
Virgidemarium (excerpt)
© Joseph Hall
With some pot-fury, ravish'd from their wit,
They sit and muse on some no-vulgar writ:
Verse
© Nizar Qabbani
1
Friends
The old word is dead.
The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Dead is the mind that led to defeat.
Villanelle Of Acheron
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
By the pale marge of Acheron,
Me thinks we shall pass restfully,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
Vision of Columbus Book 2
© Joel Barlow
High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
