Poetry.net »

Search results for: aid

Yee yee! We've found 797 poems matching aid.

The Idolators
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
did ye lean? Did ye heed my Word or seek to aid my humble folk and mean? Ye prayed unto a myth and Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto V.
Sir Walter Scott
Whose memory feels a second death. The Maid's pale shade, who wails her lot, That love, true lovRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Owl And The Sparrow
John Trumbull
much a Stoic--'twas his failing. Hither for aid our Sparrow came, And told his errand and his nameRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford
George Crabbe
heroines grow; But not like them has she been laid, In ruin'd castle sore dismay'd; Where naughty mRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prophecy Of Famine
Charles Churchill
darts to fly From the sly corner of some cook-maid's eye, The stripling raw, just enter'd in his teRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day
John Clare
fills the troughs for noisy hogs Oft asking aid from barking dogs That tuggles at each flopping earRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus
George Meredith
worship, hear me! for indeed It was our oath to aid the cause of Greece, Not unespoused by Gods, Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Temperance Army
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
your heart is with us When you do not help or aid us. All who love the cause sincerely Can do sometRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Winners
Rudyard Kipling
be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown-- He travels the fastest whRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
The Zenana - 3
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
flower To pine in solitary bower? Has power no aid has wealth no charm, The weight of absence to diRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Gentleman On His Voyage To Great-Britain For The Recovery Of His Health
Phillis Wheatley
unavailing, frantic is the dream To hope thine aid without the aid of him Who gave thee birth and tRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
When You Get Home, Remember Me
Henry Clay Work
seamen Two are sent forth to seek for aid. 'Tis a sad, a solemn parting; Life or death! who can forRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
With Scindia To Delhi
Rudyard Kipling
vain: -- "Ho! Anand Rao Nimbalkhur, ride! Get aid of Mulhar Rao! Go shame his squadrons into fighRate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Woman To Man
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
of yourselves? Like strands in one great braid we intertwine And make the perfect whole. You could Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
sheds the sinking sun a deeper gleam, Aid, lovely sorceress! aid thy poet's dream! With fairy wand Rate it:

(0.00 / 0 votes)
George Gordon Lord Byron
the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them--She was the Universe. Diodati, July 18Rate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
Love and dating and mating
Robert curran
city there’s just calamity She thinks you have aids or is afraid Because you want to kiss or have sRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
On Tea
Edmund Waller
prize. The Muse's friend, tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapors which the head invade, And kRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The March of Ivan
Henry Lawson
our never-empty cradles!—we are coming to your aid. “Oh, we leave no bands behind us, blaring tunRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The Witch Of Mull
Cicely Fox Smith
magic powers Calm the deep and baffle ours: Aid us, thou who know'st full well Strongest brew and bRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
To Miss --,
Samuel Johnson
thoughtful shade, In greater scenes each other aid; Mark when the different notes agree In friendlyRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works
Phillis Wheatley
may the painter's and the poet's fire To aid thy pencil, and thy verse conspire! And may the charmsRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
A Friendly Game Of Football
Edward George Dyson
written out a paper, with good Father Feeley's aid, Breathing brotherly affection; and the challengRate it:

(4.50 / 6 votes)
60 Newest Poems By Mario W. Vitale
ario William Vitale
hospital. A young nurse took me in her arms and said that I would one day become a success, As theRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Mark Akenside
the Muse boast? Or what Attention now Is paid to Fame and Virtue? Where is now The British Spirit,Rate it:

(4.00 / 2 votes)

We need you!

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