Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
The Veins of other Flowers

The Veins of other Flowers

The Scarlet Flowers are

Till Nature leisure has for Terms

As "Branch," and "Jugular."


We pass, and she abides.

We conjugate Her Skill

While She creates and federates
...

The Vicar of Bray Anonymous English

IN 1 good King Charles’s golden days,
  When loyalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
  And so I got preferment.
To teach my flock I never missed:
  Kings were by God appointed,
And lost are those that dare resist
  Or touch...

The Village Blacksmith Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1827 English

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
  The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
  With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
  Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
  His face...

The Village Blacksmith Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1827 English

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
  The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
  With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
  Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp and black and long;
  His face is...

The Village Schoolmistress William Shenstone 1734 English

From “The Schoolmistress”
AH me! full sorely is my heart forlorn,
  To think how modest worth neglected lies,
While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn
  Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise;
  Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprise.
...

The Violets Stephen Crane 1891 English

There was a land where lived no violets.
A traveller at once demanded: “Why?”
The people told him:
“Once the violets of this place spoke thus:
‘Until some woman freely gives her lover
To another woman
We will fight in bloody scuffle.’”
...

The Violin's Complaint William Roscoe Thayer English

Honest stradivari made men:
With the gift of love he blest me;
Once, delight, a master played me,
Love awoke when he caressed me!

Oh the deep, ecstatic burning!
Oh the secrets low and tender!
Oh the passion and the yearning
At our love’s...

The Virginians of the Valley Francis Orrery Ticknor English

The knightliest of the knightly race
  That, since the days of old,
Have kept the lamp of chivalry
  Alight in hearts of gold;
The kindliest of the kindly band
  That, rarely hating ease,
Yet rode with Spotswood round the land,
  And...

The Vision of Sir Launfal James Russell Lowell English

Prelude to Part FirstOVER his keys the musing organist,
  Beginning doubtfully and far away,
First lets his fingers wander as they list,
  And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay;
Then, as the touch of his loved instrument
  Gives hope and fervor,...

The Vision of the Snow Margaret Junkin Preston English

“she has gone to be with the angels;”
  So they had always said
To the little questioner asking
  Of his fair, young mother, dead.

They had never told of the darkness
  Of the sorrowful, silent tomb,
Nor scared the sensitive spirit
  By...

The Voice of the Dove Joaquin Miller English

Come listen, O Love, to the voice of the dove,
Come, hearken and hear him say,
There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love,—
There is only one To-day.

And all day long you can hear him say
This day in purple is rolled,
And the baby stars of the...

The Voice of the Grass Sarah Roberts Boyle English

Here i come creeping, creeping everywhere;
    By the dusty roadside,
    On the sunny hill-side,
    Close by the noisy brook,
    In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere;
    ...

The Voice of the Grass Sarah Roberts Boyle English

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
        By the dusty roadside,
        On the sunny hillside,
        Close by the noisy brook,
        In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere...

The Voice of the Void George Parsons Lathrop English

I warn, like the one drop of rain
On your face, ere the storm;
Or tremble in whispered refrain
  With your blood, beating warm.
I am the presence that ever
Baffles your touch’s endeavor,—
Gone like the glimmer of dust
  Dispersed by a gust...

The Voice that stands for Floods to me English

The Voice that stands for Floods to me

Is sterile borne to some —

The Face that makes the Morning mean

Glows impotent on them —


What difference in Substance lies

That what is Sum to me

By other...

The Voiceless Oliver Wendell Holmes English

We count the broken lyres that rest
  Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
But o’er their silent sister’s breast
  The wild-flowers who will stoop to number?
A few can touch the magic string,
  And noisy Fame is proud to win them:—
Alas for...

The Voiceless Oliver Wendell Holmes English

We count the broken lyres that rest
  Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
But o’er their silent sister’s breast
  The wild-flowers who will stoop to number?
A few can touch the magic string,
  And noisy Fame is proud to win them:—
Alas for...

The Volunteer Elbridge Jefferson Cutler English

“at dawn,” he said, “I bid them all farewell,
  To go where bugles call and rifles gleam.”
And with the restless thought asleep he fell,
      And glided into dream.

A great hot plain from sea to mountain spread,—
  Through it a level river slowly drawn...

The Vowels: An Enigma Jonathan Swift 1687 English

We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you ’ll find in jet,
T’other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within;
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you...

The Voyage Caroline Atherton Mason English

Whichever way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it east or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.

My little craft sails not alone:
A thousand fleets from every zone
Are out upon a thousand seas;...