1. Fast rode the knight - written by Stephen Crane
From War is Kind & Other Lines. Published in 1899. Read 110325 times on American Poems.

Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
"To save my lady!"
Fast rode the knIght,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good... (Read full poem)

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Galahad . . . soldier that perished . . . ages ago,
Our hearts are breaking with shame, our tears overflow.
Galahad . . . knight who perished .... (Read full poem)

3. Eldorado - written by Edgar Allan Poe
Published in 1849. Read 22374 times on American Poems.

Gaily bedight,
   A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
   Had journeyed long,
   Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

   But he grew old--
   This knight so bold--
And o'er his heart a shadow
   Fell as he found
   No spot of ground
That... (Read full poem)

Circumference thou Bride of Awe
Possessing thou shalt be
Possessed by every hallowed Knight
That dares to covet thee(Read full poem)

5. a pretty a day - written by e.e. cummings
Read 102714 times on American Poems.

a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie... (Read full poem)

About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be.
From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw,
They have nothing of harm to dread,
But liquidly glide... (Read full poem)

7. My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 815 times on American Poems.

My lady in her white silk shawl
Is like a lily dim,
Within the twilight of the room
Enthroned and kind and prim.

My lady! Pale gold is her hair.
Until she smiles her face
Is pale with far Hellenic moods,
With thoughts that find no... (Read full poem)

[Concerning O. Henry (Sidney Porter)]

"He could not forget that he was a Sidney."


Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, 
The darling of the glad and gaping town? 

This is that dubious hero of the press 
Whose slangy tongue and... (Read full poem)

9. Wapentake - written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From Birds Of Passage. Read 692 times on American Poems.

To Alfred Tennyson 

Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;
Not as a knight, who on the listed field
Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
In token of defiance, but in sign
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine,
In English song;... (Read full poem)

A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
Lies far into the spring.  The sun's pale glow
Is scarcely able to melt patches wide
About the single rose bush.  All denied
Of nature's tender ministries.  But... (Read full poem)

11. Lionel Johnson - written by Joyce Kilmer
From Main Street and Other Poems. Published in 1917. Read 1681 times on American Poems.

(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.)

There was a murkier tinge in London's air
As if the honest fog blushed black for shame.
Fools sang of sin, for other fools' acclaim,
And Milton's wreath was tossed to Baudelaire.
The flowers of evil... (Read full poem)

As cool as the pale wet leaves 
of lily-of-the-valley 
She lay beside me in the dawn.(Read full poem)

13. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust. Published in 1917. Read 1115 times on American Poems.

The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city,
Over the pale grey tumbled towers,—
And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls.
Along damp sinuous streets it crawls,
Curls like a dream among the motionless trees
And seems to... (Read full poem)

Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is lying dead.
The soldiers of Valerian
Their evil hands are wet and red.
Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence waits,
His cassock is his only mail.
The troops of Hell have burst the gates,
But Christ is... (Read full poem)

15. A Valentine - written by Edgar Allan Poe
Read 5031 times on American Poems.

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
Divine-... (Read full poem)

Guess what happened in the little white house
Where Belinda lived with a little grey mouse,
And a kitten, and a puppy, and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

This dragon was a shy one, for ever getting flustered,
So they... (Read full poem)

17. Folly - written by Joyce Kilmer
From Trees and Other Poems. Published in 1914. Read 987 times on American Poems.

(For A. K. K.)

What distant mountains thrill and glow
Beneath our Lady Folly's tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
Shrewd, practical, uncomforted?
We cannot love or dream or sing,
We are too cynical to pray,
There is no joy in... (Read full poem)

Ho, ye lovers, list to me;
    Warning words have I for thee:
    Give ye heed, hefore ye wed,
    To this thing Sir Chaucer said:

“Love wol not be constrained by maistrie,
When maistrie cometh, the god of love anon
Beteth his winges, and... (Read full poem)

19. The New Love - written by Dorothy Parker
From Enough Rope. Published in 1926. Read 4461 times on American Poems.

If it shine or if it rain,
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.

At my door's another lad;
Here's his flower in my hair.
If he see me pale and sad,
Will he see me fair?

I sit looking at the floor.
Little... (Read full poem)

what does this mean.
to see walking men
wrapped in the color of death,
to hear from their tongue
such difficult syllables?
are they the spirits
of our hope
or the pale ghosts of our future?
who will believe the red road
will not run on... (Read full poem)

21. A Moth the hue of this - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1514 times on American Poems.

A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.(Read full poem)

One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,
With wave upon slowly shattering wave,
Turned to the city of towers as evening fell;
And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it;
And saw how the towers darkened against the sky;
And across... (Read full poem)

23. Come - written by Sara Teasdale
Read 3240 times on American Poems.

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
 Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
 Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
 Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we... (Read full poem)

when my father had been dead a week
I woke with his voice in my ear 
I sat up in bed

and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes (Read full poem)

25. Witch-Wife - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 3544 times on American Poems.

She is neither pink nor pale,
        And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
        And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
        In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of... (Read full poem)