Poetry.net »

Search results for: Blake

Yee yee! We've found 10 poem titles matching Blake.

Filter by gender:
Blake
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Epitaph All beauty to pourtray, Therein his duty lay, And still through toilsome strife Duty to him was life— Most thankful still that duty L...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Blake's Victory
Andrew Marvell
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, 1657 Now does Spain's fleet her spacious ...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Goody Blake and Harry Gill
William Wordsworth
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter? What is't that ails young Harry Gill? That evermore his teeth they chatter, Chatter, chatter, chatter ...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Lost Mr. Blake
William Schwenck Gilbert
Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner, Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak, He was in the habit of smoking a l...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657
Andrew Marvell
Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold, Leaves the new World and hastens for the old: But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome Fray...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Robert Blake - General and Admiral of the Parliamentary Forces
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
What! will they sweep the channels, And brave us as they go! There’s no place in English annals For the triumph of a foe. Thus spoke the...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Boys Of The House: For Valentine and Hubert Blake
Katharine Tynan
Young martyrs of the war, Who with your bright eyes star The shadows grey; Who steal at dawn and gloam In each beloved room So pale, so gay. Boys ...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Death Of Admiral Blake
Sir Henry Newbolt
(August 7th, 1657) Laden with spoil of the South, fulfilled with the glory of achievement, And freshly crowned with never-dying fame, Sweeping by ...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
William Blake
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THIS is the place. Even here the dauntless soul, The unflinching hand, wrought on; till in that nook, As on that very bed, his life partook New bir...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
William Blake
James Thomson
He came to the desert of London town Gray miles long; He wandered up and he wandered down, Singing a quiet song. He came to the desert of Lond...Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)

We need you!

Help us build the largest human-edited poetry collection on the web!