Horse Poems

Horse Poems

Indian Mascot, by Joshua Knight

Filling in for an absent teacher
at a middle s...

The Big Top, by Joyce Kilmer

The boom and blare of the big brass band is che...

Life Unanimous, by Jules Romains

The creaking wheel of the dust cart; the stumbl...

These Spoils Are Not Mine, by Leonidas of Tarentum

These spoils are not mine.
Who has hung up on ...

Finley's Pasture, by Mark Thalman

Four Belgians, ebony titans, long retired,
...

How the Old Horse Won the Bet, by Oliver Wendell Holmes

'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,
The bet...

To Lucasta, Going to the Wars, by Richard Lovelace

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from ...

Elder-Flowers, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

When the beautiful elder-flowers are drifting t...

The Ballad of East and West, by Rudyard Kipling

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and neve...

The Horse, by S. Moore

The noble horse, but, oh! How oft the poor
I...

The Mississippi River, by Sarah Josepha Hale

Shadowed beneath those awful piles of stone,
...

Battle of Two Brothers, by Sophocles

Chorus from Antigone I O light of yon bright ...

Man, by Sophocles

Chorus from Antigone I Many the forms of life...

The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell

I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...

Horatius, by Thomas Babington Macaulay

A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...

A Thunderstorm in Town, by Thomas Hardy

A Reminiscence: 1893 She wore a new 'terra-cot...

The Mississippi, by Watie W. Swanzy

Majestic river! In thy onward course,
Like th...

St. Valentine's Day, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Today, all day, I rode upon the Down,
With ...

The Diverting History of John Gilpin, by William Cowper

Showing how he went farther than he intended, ...

The New Day, by William H. Simpson

The swift scouts of dawn ride in,
Their lance...

The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare

FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...

The Circus, by Witter Bynner

I went tonight to a country circus.
There had ...

Refugio's Hair, by Alberto Rios

In the old days of our family,
My grandmother w...

Easter, 1916, by William Butler Yeats

I have met them at close of dayComing with vivi...

The First Night, by Billy Collins

          The worst thing about death must be  ...