As well as new recordings by contemporary poets the Poetry Archive also contains selections of classic poems recorded by contemporary voices.

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Phyllis Wheatley

B. 1753 D. 1784

1 poem available

Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain/ May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.- Phillis Wheatley

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Henry Vaughan

B. 1621 D. 1695

2 poems available

Dear beauteous Death! the jewel of the just...

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Lewis Carroll

B. 1832 D. 1898

3 poems available

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

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Ivor Gurney

B. 1890 D. 1937

1 poem available

There are strange Hells within the minds War made. - Ivor Gurney, 'Strange Hells'

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D. H. Lawrence

B. 1885 D. 1930

1 poem available

Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. - D.H. Lawrence 'Bavarian Gentians'

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Oscar Wilde

B. 1854 D. 1900

1 poem available

He looked upon the garish day with such a wistful eye; the man had killed the thing he loved, and so he had to die. - Oscar Wilde 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol'

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Paul Laurence Dunbar

B. 1872 D. 1906

3 poems available

Come when the year's first blossom blows, come when the summer gleams and glows, come with the winter's drifting snows, and you are welcome, welcome.

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I have walked a great while over the snow, and I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, and the way was hard and long. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 'The Witch'

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Robert Louis Stevenson

B. 1850 D. 1894

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All that was good, all that was fair, all that was me is gone. - Robert Louis Stevenson 'Sing Me A Song of A Lad That Is Gone'

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W. E. B. DuBois

B. 1868 D. 1963

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I am the Smoke King. I am black! I am swinging in the sky, I am wringing worlds awry. - W. E. B. DuBois - 'The Song of The Smoke'

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C. P. Cavafy

B. 1863 D. 1933

1 poem available

As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. - C.P. Cavafy 'The God Abandons Antony'

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Frederick Tuckerman

B. 1821 D. 1873

1 poem available

Nor can I drop my lids, nor shade my brows, but there he stands beside the lifted sash. - Frederick Tuckerman 'An Upper Chamber In A Darkened House'

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