Potential Titles: Old

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Elder/Eldest.


As from the old nest birds escape - John Albee "Evolution"

In those ten dreamy days of old - Thomas Bailey Aldrich (uncredited) "An Idyl" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.39, Jan. 1861]

Catacombs and fragments of old worlds - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Metempsychosis"

Having watched the old movies and read the old books - Mike Allen and Ian Watson "Seventh Coming"

New views burying the old - Howard Altmann "After Hours"

Old lines sunk deep in the forehead of the intersection - Mouna Ammar "Vermont Ave."

From the brow of old mountain crests - William Anderson "Landscape Lyrics No.I--Sunrise"

The old immortals of past time - William Anderson "Landscape Lyrics No.III--Noonday"

An old bridegroom is a worthless maple - "Anthology of Jugoslav Poetry XIII: Rosa" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Of million bees in old Lime-avenues - Martin Armstrong "Honey Harvest"

Old jokes from a wild youth - Atticus "Love Her Wild"

That cries to the old joke moon - Atticus "Love Her Wild"

Hidden among the rattling old bones - Atticus "Magic in Adventure"

Old markets selling ancient glories - Atticus "Magic in Adventure"

Old wasp nests fallen by the door - Nina Bagley "Gathering"

The Cicada famed of old - Benjamin West Ball "To the Cricket"

Sad with old knowledge - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

As old as the first drop of mortal tears - Maurice Baring "Harvest in Russia"

Needed some help from old friends - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog"

the many masks old and new - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

The old tree weeps for its blossom - Elizabeth Bartlett "Full Circle"

return to old complaints - Elizabeth Bartlett "only this"

before the old leaves go - Elizabeth Bartlett "tropic time"

Lingered over old threads of truth - Elizabeth Bartlett "Woolen Dignity"

Jewels lost in Palmyra of old - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

The pageant of my old distress - Charles Baudelaire "The Evil Monk" transl. not credited

Ghost of an old passion - Charles Baudelaire "The Flask" transl. not credited

Old anger waiting to become newer - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"

Drinking deep pleasure from old Nature's wells - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Chaos, from his old dominion torn - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

The rotten ladders of old hierarchies - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

The hills where old Titans feast - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

An old trumpet harsh with rust and gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Despair from her weaving old - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The old fool who mumbles of days past - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Taking old gifts and granting new - Park Benjamin "Press On"

The woodpecker sound of an old retreat - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

The echo of old names and weighted fill of rocks - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

The old forge and mill are shut and done - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Wonder prowling through old drowned barges - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

The winding paradise of old loves - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

Old furnitures, obsolete machineries and funny gadgets - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"

Walking off their old confusions - Marianne Boruch "After Supper in Madison, Wisconsin"

When the old hollowed earth is cracked - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Has conquered dragons of old pain - Louise Morey Bowman "A Portrait"

Troves of lost sons from the old world - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The sky's color an old blade - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

Brimming with old joys - Geoffrey Brock "And Day Brought Back My Night"

With the old spell of its eyes - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A June Memory"

Scarce old enough for sound - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Only the old grey walls remain - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Abbey Walls"

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Old companions in adversity - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Who of old would rend the oak - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Rip the old tires from the brambles - Scott Cairns "A Lot"

Who dreamed old summers - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

An old sorrow that has put out the sun - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: The Dance"

The old gods stand silently - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: In the Forest"

The old drink for rapture - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

The old, deep-travelled road from pain - Willa Cather "A Likeness: Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome"

The old wind singing through - Willa Cather "Spanish Johnny"

Old films you watched without sleep - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Old kernel of a voice - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Clumped grief of an old barrow - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

i am grown old and full of days - Lucille Clifton "dancer"

That lull us out of old things - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

As summer dreams that she is old - Florence Earle Coates "Jewel-weed"

Teach old hearts to break - Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

Teach old hearts to rest - Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

In shaky hands of an old maple - Chris Colderly "For Our Children's Children: Celebrating Chief Dan George"

Grieves because the world is old - Arthur Colton "Heirs of Time"

Old King Cotton's dead and buried - "Corn Is King" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]

Old Neptune's silent builder - "The Corsair"

Still echoes the old refrain - James H. Cousins "The Southern Cross"

An assassin attired all in garb of old days - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

The old gods shaking existence beneath my feet - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

Out of old Moons was busy cutting Stars - Rev. William Crowe "Written When Buonaparte Was Altering the Governments of Germany"

As if old Time had lent him scythe and wings - Rev. William Crowe "Written When Buonaparte Was Altering the Governments of Germany"

The old enchantments hold me still - Olive Custance "The Changeling"

Old deep memories to mar the bliss - H.D. "Leda"

Yet his old glory enchants - H.D. "Projector"

The year, a spendthrift growing old - Danske Dandridge "Indian Summer"

Upon the old roots of an oak - Danske Dandridge "The Night Watch"

The wind like an old friend - Jim Daniels "Listening to '96 Tears' by? and the Mysterians While Looking Down from My Third-Floor Window at a Kid Crossing the Panther Hollow Bridge"

Poets from the old days of Netzahualcoyotl - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

And build philosophy upon old schools - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

Nothing blooms in the old field of maybe - Geffrey Davis "Prayer with Miscarriage/Grant Us the Ruined Grounds"

I am weeping for old memories of my favorite life - Megan E. Davis "My Favorite Life"

Of melancholy and of old delight - Coningsby Dawson "The Mirror of Thought"

Seven fine churches and five old mills - Walter de la Mare "Off the Ground"

See all our old stitching come undone - Oliver de la Paz "Diaspora Sonnet Imagining My Father's Uncertainty and Nothing Else"

Some old fortress on the sun - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature VIII: Summer's Armies"

Old sophistries of June - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXVII: Indian Summer"

The old tree burdened with herself - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

In the old ages ripe with mystery - Eleanor C. Donnelly "The Vision of the Monk Gabriel" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Ongoing interest in their old adversary - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Trace these scribbles of old gold - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Science"

An old relic at rest, after everything's done - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Old parents of the Sphinx - Edward Dowden "Among the Rocks"

Old laws of heaven and earth - Edward Dowden "Millet's 'The Sower'"

The new anxiety supplants the old - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

Into the night old hearts came - Louise Driscoll "Fireflies"

Its scarred face an old mirror - Carol Ann Duffy "Tall"

Jewels of the brave old year - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Christmas in the Heart"

Through waves of old, blown glass - Rebecca Dunham "Mnemosyne to the Poet"

The thrones and dominions of old - A.E. "Love"

Ponders with strange old eyes - A.E. "Mystery"

An old man in a dry month - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

An old crab with barnacles on his back - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

Brighter than Solomon shone of old - William Hodgson Ellis "The Cowdung Fly"

Old indignities and obscure scorn - John Erskine "Ash Wednesday"

Trace a pattern of old sugar - Nava EtShalom "At the Jerusalem Hotel"

Of all bells that rang once in old London - Eleanor Farjeon "The Children's Bells"

And think old thoughts - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Douce Souvenance"

My prescriptions grown old - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

The old flute which nobody played - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 8"

To old haunts I leave forlorn - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

In fetters forged of old - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Old salamander basking in the fire - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Written by the prophet old - George Blackstone Field "The Rhyme of the Rolling Stone"

Set in the cold where the old seasons belong - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Those old rocks break the hill that we the heights should win - James Elroy Flecker "Areiya"

The power to Midas given of old - James Elroy Flecker "The Queen's Song"

Old objects chained in their places - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten IX"

An old woman's knowledge of graves - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Getting too old for my size - Robert Frost "The Housekeeper"

An old meal with the patina of dream - Erica Funkhouser "My Father's Lunch"

With a wise old weasel, a rat and a frog - Rose Fyleman "The Grouse"

Wash the dim shores of old Eternity - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

With old desire of day - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

Strange mad old cities brooding - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Old hope in her young eyes - Zona Gale "Last Night I Dreamed I Saw My Mother Young"

Lead unconscious lives, old, deep - Zona Gale "There Are Within Us Lives We Never Live"

Old varieties of silence and of wrong - Zona Gale "Violin"

Their burden of old snow - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

Fenced off with spiked wire and old pipes - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

Behind an old door at the end - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

Mocking echoes of old nursery rhymes - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

Old robes worn for new beginnings - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Night will always bring the old hungers - Dana Gioia "Starting Over"

The hundred year old air in Macy's - Natalie Goldberg "Home"

And forget to grow old - "The Golfer's Garland"

Old couch that cries in coins - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

This old pilgrim in the woods - Cynthia Grady "Underground Railroad"

Old voices awake from your lake - Alfred Perceval Graves "Lough Leane"

Forth from the old abyss clambering - Russell Green "De Mundo"

As old and precise as the devil - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Walk old ways alone - Ivor Gurney "Afterwards"

Find some peace like the old peace - Ivor Gurney "The Battalion Is Now On Rest"

The old dreams of comfort - Ivor Gurney "Solace of Men"

Gnarls of an old text in the other alphabet - Marilyn Hacker "Interval"

An old, old waking - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

And feuds as old as Cain - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

Old Dante's voice encircles all the air - Arthur Henry Hallam "Sonnet"

Like home-coming swallows that seek the old eaves - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "In an Album"

Old bones of lava beds - Joy Harjo "Nandia"

One of those old homemade heartbreak songs - Joy Harjo "Washing My Mother's Body"

When fate bereaves life of old joys - F.W. Harvey "The Bond"

Their old grey gods of Pain - F.W. Harvey "Lassington"

That envious shadowy old king - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet III (from Farewell)"

Old bridges breaking between - Seamus Heaney "Scaffolding"

Gone with the old world to the grave - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

The old resentment lasts like death - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

The old harp in the pine trees - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Tree Sounds"

Where old resentments roil - Conrad Hilberry "Blackout"

Old greens not crisp enough for salad - Donna Hilbert "Ribollita"

From every lure of old delight - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

The willing burden of an old belief - Brenda Hillman "On a Day, In the World"

And loves like Ruth's of old no end - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Snuffy old drone from the German hive - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Deacon's Masterpiece: Or the Wonderful 'One-Hoss-Shay'"

Like those of old in breaking spears - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Victim's of old Enchantment's love or hate - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Two noises too old to end - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Sea and the Skylark"

Returning from old understandings - Andrew Hudgins "A Flag of Honeysuckle"

Ecstasy distilled from old desire - Langston Hughes "Trumpet Player"

Deep and wide as an old Cyclops' drinking bowl - Aldous Huxley "Behemoth"

Old secrets unforgotten - Aldous Huxley "The Mirror"

Poured out the cup of old friendship - ascribed to St Cellach of Killala "Hymn to the Dawn" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Whispers old advice for summer - Laura Riding Jackson "The Spring Has Many Silences"

Who cast aside old memories - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

The old years forget the echoes - Robinson Jeffers "To an Old Square Piano"

Half-lost memories of some old dream - Emily Pauline Johnson "Low Tide at St. Andrews"

Old vows are like old flowers - Helene Johnson "Remember Not"

New things in an old language - James Weldon Johnson "A Poet to His Baby Son"

The prisoners of old ocean - James Weldon Johnson "Saint Peter Relates an Incident of the Resurrection Day"

Under old, red-fruited yews - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"

That was a legend in old Troy - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"

Smothered in the rust of its old gates - Ashley M. Jones "I Find the Earring that Broke Loose from My Ear the Night a White Woman Told Me the World Would Save Her"

Recipes as old as the cauldron - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"

Told old stories to the night - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

The old equipment resets itself and loops - Janine Joseph "Circuitry"

Their spirits whisper old recipes - Zilka Joseph "Pantoum for Chik-cha Halwa"

Grow old to face east - Fady Joudah "Canopus"

New lustre on his old descent - Kalidasa "The Birth of the War-God: Canto First: Uma's Nativity" transl. by Ralph T.H. Griffith

Ghosts of old letters, old laws - Rodger Kamenetz "The Broken Tablets"

Hundreds of old pianos forming a bridge - Ilya Kaminsky "What We Cannot Hear"

Watch the old roots write - Janet Kauffman "Every Shot-Through"

That old one with time unstuck - Janet Kauffman "The Original Brain"

Unless you carve witch hazel in the old style - Janet Kauffman "Uncalled-For"

A black hole in the lake on the old maps - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

The dim echoes of old Triton's horn - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Bid old Saturn take his throne - John Keats "Hyperion"

Heartache on my skin like an old burn - Vandana Khanna "Destruction Myth part 2"

In the old language of dust and mud and stars - Vandana Khanna "Reconciliation"

Old virtues drying up - Kim Unsong "Sorry Souls"

That breed huge oaks and old - Rudyard Kipling "Sussex"

The wasted fabric of an old delight - C.H.B. Kitchin "Epilogue"

Governs by grievance and old scores - Joanna Klink "New Year"

New ferns snaking fast up the old hosts' throats - Jennifer L. Knox "The Cliffs Above Oswald"

Into the old lost seasons - Yusef Komunyakaa "The Clay Army"

A fragile old heart, the brown map of a life - Ted Kooser "A Map of the World"

On the insistent root of the old - Maxine Kumin "The Zen of Mowing"

Parsing old and new ocean kinships - Petra Kuppers "Forest Starships"

Made a beehive from old letters - Stephen Kuusisto "Letter to Borges from London"

A very old ornament of lead - Chaman Lall "'Thirty Years After'"

A knowledge old as life - Archibald Lampman "A Vision of Twilight"

A cordial old and rare - Sidney Lanier "The Stirrup-Cup"

Wild Dreamer from of old - Emily Lawless "From a Western Shoreway V: A Sphinx"

Only the old ghosts know I have come - D.H. Lawrence "Nostalgia"

This relic of the days of old - Emma Lazarus "In the Jewish Synogogue at Newport"

In the old woods leave the mistletoe - Richard Le Gallienne "Christmas in War-Time"

The wand of old smiles - Richard Le Gallienne "Young Love XVI: Love Afar"

Old maps made of flowers - Angel Leal "Wildlife and Rainforests Inside My Father"

The old road lost to the highway - Ruth Lechlitner "At the Road's Turn"

Forgetting old words for the heart - Li-Young Lee "Big Clock"

To right old earthly quarrels - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "Acheron"

In proof that men grow old - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "Apollo and Marsyas"

Knowledge of the old harmonies - Denise Levertov "El Salvador: Requiem and Invocation"

The old voyage toward morning - Philip Levine "The Secret"

Wear the epitaph of one of your old suits - Gary Copeland Lilley "Unmarked Grave"

Crooked from growing old within a shell - Akis Linardos "Inside This Egg, We Roll Together"

To join the ironies with Old John Brown - Vachel Lindsay "Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan"

Two sad shadows over the old nations - Vachel Lindsay "The Fever Called War"

Old pockets that smell of pennies - Angela Liu "The Final Trick"

Treacherous with old magic and the noon's new fury - Audre Lorde "A Woman Speaks"

Set our slow old sap aflow - James Russell Lowell "At the Burns Centennial"

Drumming the Old One's own tattoo - James Russell Lowell "Credidimus Jovem Regnare"

Change the old dream for new treasure - James Russell Lowell "In the Half-Way House"

Fresh as the morning, though with centuries old - Maria White Lowell "Rouen, Place de la Pucelle"

The old house grey among the trees - Sidney Royse Lysaght "A Deserted Home"

Sheltering bounds of landmarks old - Sidney Royse Lysaght "First Horizons"

Old battle calls at night - Sidney Royse Lysaght "First Horizons"

Lightning flashes old ghost on my blade - Laura Ma "Cradling Fish"

Vast as empires famed of old - Mrs Elizabeth A (MacQueen) MacLeod "Canada"

Drunk with old wine of love - Fiona MacLeod "The Songs of Ethlenn Stuart"

Swaddled in old newsprint and hope - Toby MacNutt "When You Read this Debris"

Old blood dripping from their lips - Michael Marsh "Gargoyle Poems: Spiders Dance"

Buries old habits for centuries - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Sonnet for Judith"

The courts of old Atlantis rose - John Masefield "Fragments"

Songs like old mulled wine - John Masefield "The Golden City of St. Mary"

Firm in old bones your walls' foundations stand - John Masefield "The Haunted"

Grown old with sorrowing men - John Masefield "King Cole"

A haughty old copper-bound albatross - John Masefield "Sea-Change"

A fine old salt-sea scavenger - John Masefield "The Tarry Buccaneer"

Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting - John Masefield "A Wanderer's Song"

Old skill in hateful wizardries - John Masefield "When Bony Death"

The train of an old idea - Donna Masini "A Gate"

Old secrets of the landscape told - Edgar Lee Masters "The Landscape"

Hunkered down in the old fallout shelter - Meep Matsushima "The Believers"

Old trophies, missing years and nameplates - John McCarthy "Ashley, Indiana"

A world the old trees make of water and air - Anne Haven McDonnell "Owl"

Reverting to the old knowing words - Brandy Nālani McDougall "Ka ‘Ōlelo"

When old eternity becomes mossy and gray - James E. McGirt "True Love"

The old fever seizes me - Claude McKay "Futility"

An old wine has intoxicated me - Claude McKay "On a Primitive Canoe"

The way old grief is gentle - Rachel McKibbens "Untitled"

An old hinge creaking in silence - Maureen N. McLane "Populating Heaven"

In the weather of an old day - Maureen N. McLane "Some Say"

Drinking deep of an old delight - Louis J. McQuilland "The Ballad of Sir Kevin O'Keane"

Legs entwined in that old ratty blanket of inevitability - Lynette Mejía "Harrowing"

Beware Old Kraken's pledge of faith - George Meredith "Archduchess Anne"

The reed of the old moaning waste - George Meredith "A Later Alexandrian"

And cast the old world off as dust - George Meredith "Lines to a Friend Visiting America"

An old flag and some yellow rocks - Joanne Merriam "Surface Properties"

Traverse at will Old Neptune's domain - Clara A. Merrill "The Old State of Maine"

Used to cast old tales and illusions - W.S. Merwin "The Chinese Mountain Fox"

And the light is old again - W.S. Merwin "The Nomad Flute"

Threads of old sound heard - W.S. Merwin "Remembering"

Their big old hearts pounding under your wheels - Sara S. Messenger "Ampersand"

Unremembered as old rain - Edna St Vincent Millay "Passer Mortuus Est"

And broke the dial stone of old Time - Dugald Moore "To the Clyde"

Frames an old grudge - Marianne Moore "The Past Is the Present"

That old familiar sense of going nowhere - Sarah Kathryn Moore "Excerpts from the Dr. Sexpot Saga"

With the halo of new dreams and the hallow of old - William Moore "Dusk Song"

A man grown old in in life's dreaming - William Moore "It Was Not Fate"

Branches sliced from the trunk of an old tree - Tyler Mortensen-Hayes "After the Heartbreak"

Too old for eternities - Walter Dean Myers "Caroline Fleming, 42, Live-in Maid"

Unageing priestess of old mysteries - Sarojini Naidu "Imperial Delhi"

Old flints to kindle ancient lamps - Pablo Neruda "Arise to Birth" transl. by Nathaniel Tarn

How old is November? - Pablo Neruda "The Book of Questions: XI" transl. by William O'Daly

Like an old buried tear - Pablo Neruda "Born in the Woods" translated by Donald D. Walsh

Saw old melancholy approach - Pablo Neruda "Letter to Miguel Otero Silva, in Caracas (1949)" transl. by Jack Schmitt

Born with a surname of old oaks - Pablo Neruda "My Name Was Reyes" transl. by William O'Daly

Climb on my old suffering like ivy - Pablo Neruda "So that You Will Hear Me" transl. by W.S. Merwin

Blood of old supplications - Pablo Neruda "So that You Will Hear Me" transl. by W.S. Merwin

Before the old rose grew pale - E. Nesbit "True Love and New Love"

The old chest which crouches over secrets - Mari Ness "Gretel's Bones"

Old love shall dwell with old delight - Henry Newbolt "To a River in the South"

Grow old bones to eat pain - Hoa Nguyen "Crow Pheasant"

Old visions unheeded dance - John G. Nicolay, Private Secretary to President Lincoln "On Guard" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

Old images of forgotten kings - Alfred Noyes "Avicenna's Dream"

Still echoing its old wrath - Alfred Noyes "Lamarck, Lavoisier, and Ninety-Three"

Live inside his old words - Naomi Shihab Nye "Ellipse"

Old roots twisted beyond our worry - Naomi Shihab Nye "Grandfathers Say"

This bard from an old and distant city - Romeo Oriogun "Griot of Strange Places"

Only the old dead dreams a-fluttering go - Seumas O'Sullivan "The Twilight People"

Its old singing ancestry - Grace Paley "Night Morning"

And our ballast is old wine - Thomas Love Peacock "The Men of Gotham"

Broken chains, lying cankered with old blood-drops - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Old worm of wrapped-up gossamer - Walter S. Percy "The Chrysalis"

Old maid or dreadnought - Kiki Petrosino "Doubloon Oath"

My old terror stabs me in the neck - Kiki Petrosino "Purgatorio"

Abandoned old jetties just under the water - Patrick Philips "Elegy with Oil in the Bilge"

All the sweetness of old days - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

Old caves of calcium icicles - Sylvia Plath "Nick and the Candlestick"

Melancholy like an old brown sweater - Katha Pollitt "Happiness Writes White"

The madness when the old gods rave - Herbert Randall "The Dream That's in the Sea"

The old new moon hung high - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

An old clock in the corner stands - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Building my next in the old apple-tree - Ruth Revere "A Bluebird's Song"

An old trigonometry still true - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Five-pierced with old pain - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

Hers by old certitude of use - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Old fiery poisons burst their fragile goblets - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Old wisdoms of the loam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Dissolved like an old moon - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Old thoughts, dry as snuff - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

As one who fears old ambush - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Old as song - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

Of old harsh remedies - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Life deleted of its old raw fire - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Scattering the peace of old dust - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

The echoes of old voices - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"

The fragments only of your old name - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

And hear the skylarks calling to a heart that's growing old - Lloyd Roberts "The Homesteader"

Old to the soul when the stars were new - Lloyd Roberts "There's Music in My Heart To-day"

That sang to rest old bones of warriors - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Dark Hills"

A sense of ocean and old trees - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

An old shrine forgotten in a forest of new trees - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The False Gods"

The burden of an old world song - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

Old record of loves and tears - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Smile at my old white years - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

The old man laughed in the thunder - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

The New Moon reviving old desires - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

A melody old as rain and excellent of voice - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"

The echoes of all the old songs - Abram Joseph Ryan (aka Father Ryan) "Song of the Deathless Voice"

And down in a garden old with years - Carl Sandburg "Follies"

Let me lift and loosen old foundations - Carl Sandburg "Prayers of Steel"

When cruel old campaigners win safe through - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

Old Babylon etched on the night - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Questions as old as light - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

Luring me on as of old - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

Outside the old pickle shop - Diane Seuss "Curl"

Plague of old refurbished buildings - Salik Shah "Field Notes"

Old men of less truth than tongue - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVII"

Making beautiful old time - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVI"

Saw in sleep old palaces and towers - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Where of old our eyes were opened - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

Of all old hours and places - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Choose, of all the old dreams, one - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Finally ready to give that old life away - Joyce Sidman "Lament for My Old Life"

The old complaint of love and dollars - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Phantoms of some old storm's death-driven Titans - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Loose all burden of old woes - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Sang rhapsodies on an old banjo - Richard Solomon "How Nightmares Began"

Two old swans landing downstream - Richard Solomon "The River Through Your Eyes (For Linda)"

The old egg of my desire - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"

Old acacias that suffer from insomnia - Marin Sorescu "Carbon Paper" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Overgrowne with dust and old decay - Edmund Spenser "The House of Richesse"

Wake the fires of old tradition - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Amid old elms and older mansions - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

The purple kingdoms of the old mirage - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

Tender as sleep to old regret - George Sterling "The Strange Bird"

The dew of old devotions - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Any old chimera of the grave - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

In an old chaos of the sun - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Kind folks of old, you come again no more - Robert Louis Stevenson "Home No More Home to Me"

Weave a chaplet for the Old Year's bier - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"

Turn the old sands in the failing glass of Time - R. H. Stoddard "The World" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

That had sighed to her light of old - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"

Connoisseur of old thoughts - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

A feud too old to settle - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

Your old foolish judgments of desire - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Old as Lebanon cedars - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"

Over all old things and all things dear - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Leave Taking"

The cold old crimes and the deeds thrown by - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

All the old scars of former battles bleed - Carmen Sylva "Unrest"

All this youth in Earth's old veins - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

All those old stories about your burning rivers - Keith Taylor "Dear Erie"

The old oaks tossing in their mortal glory - Keith Taylor "Under Their Mortal Glory"

The bitter old and wrinkled truth - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Each tendril the old welcome gives - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VIII. The Lery"

Caught old Time with potent spells - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Where the old names went - Leah Tieger "I-30, I-20, Farm to Market Road"

Old liqueurs in leather kegs - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"

In rags of old desires - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"

Cynical, moon-scarred and old - Louis Untermeyer "Summer Night--Broadway"

All the old and heartless gods - Louis Untermeyer "Two Funerals"

Old snow in their shade - John Updike "Stretch"

In the lobster-infested ruins of old Atlantis - Catherynne M. Valente "Aquaman and the Duality of Self/Other, America, 1985"

Where the old songs still echo like sonar - Catherynne M. Valente "Aquaman and the Duality of Self/Other, America, 1985"

The old school gods knew the value of silence - Catherynne M. Valente "Mouse Koan"

Re-staging that same old Cretaceous deathmatch - Catherynne M. Valente "What the Dragon Said: A Love Story"

Old stories etched on the lifeline of my father's palm - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "A Light to Do Shellwork By"

Only the dead this morning are not old - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

The sere old fishermen of madness - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

Could blot out all those old arguments - Ursula Vernon "It Was a Day"

We care not what old Homer tells - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

Old Ocean with its ceaseless roar - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "Montauk"

Vexed with phantoms old - William Watson "The Blind Summit"

In an old coat and a faded gown - Mary Webb "Market Day"

Where high walls shade the steep old streets - Mary Webb "Market Day"

The old foot-bridge and the murmuring mill - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

All the old life bubbling up in me - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

All the old wonder of your eyes - John Hall Wheelock "Phantom"

The old sorrow we loved before - John Hall Wheelock "Sorrowful Freedom"

Old, harsh voices of debate - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

'Twixt Yankee pedlers and old gods - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The weird palimpsest old and vast - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Too brimming with old days - Margaret Widdemer "Old Wine"

The doing of old things - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things That Count"

Lining the way to an old altar - William Carlos Williams "March"

Of winter branches and old bones - William Carlos Williams "The Soughing Wind"

Old heroic souls unblest - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

Modern and old elements stacked together - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Old at the birth of the river - Humbert Wolfe "Sometimes When I Think of Love"

That old magic was Astarte's - Humbert Wolfe "Wheels 1919"

Where questions are decades old - Nicholas Wong "101, Taipei"

In the unfeeling armour of old time - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

Castle of old rag and bone - Valerie Worth "Rat"

Who in old times endured this dread - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

New vows from the old - Jenny Xie "Ongoing"

A past rinsed clear of old tradition - Jenny Xie "The Rupture Tense"

That my old care may cease - W.B. Yeats "The Poet pleads with the Elemental Powers"

The squirrels go to stir up their old quarrels - Stephen Yenser "Vertumnal [excerpt]"

With burdens of old leaves - Jane Yolen "Here Where the Path of Healing Starts"

Where old sorrows lie forgotten - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Over the backbones of old stones - Veronica Zondek "cold fire 11" transl. by Katherine Silver


The delicate scent of age-old dreams - Naomi Long Madgett "Funereal"

Wet eyes hungry for decades-old debts - Angela Liu "The Final Trick"

Joy sufficient for my life-old thirst - Naomi Long Madgett "Old Wine"

One of those old-fashioned peeping keyholes - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

With the innards from an old fashioned clock - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

On the worn book of old-golden song - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Two-million-year-old currents - Tyree Daye "Gin River"


Turn to the older congress of the sun - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

A dance older than the shape of human bone - Gabriel Ertsgaard "Stardust Word"

In silent places an older silence broods - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

I remember an ancient sea and mountains older - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

Outcast of the older lands - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

Older than the flow of human blood - Langston Hughes "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"

Older than any poem - Galway Kinnell "Last Holy Fragrance"

Fronds unfurl from the joints of older ones - Jennifer L. Knox "The Cliffs Above Oswald"

Older and stranger than speech - Emily Lawless "From the Burren VI: Is It Love? Is It Hate?"

An older, dreamier creed behind - Emily Lawless "The Inalienable Heritage"

Stronger and older than peak and than boulder - Robert MacFarlane and Jackie Morris "raven"

An older utterance out of the shadows - W.S. Merwin "The Causeway"

Where older waters swell - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

A poetry older than hatred - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Snows that are older than history - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

Amid old elms and older mansions - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

By those hours marked older - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

On the twilight of older faces - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Wake alone and older - John Updike "Endpoint"

Older than the first burst of stars exploding the darkness - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "There Is a Fire"


Go out and gather the oldest fires of the universe - Russell Brakefield "The Perseids"

Fallen into place beside the oldest stones - James Salvius Cheng "Cat Amongst the Cabbages"

The oldest sin of the world - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Oldest vowels of mourners' mouths - Leah Naomi Green "Yahrzeit"

Wiser than the oldest language - Rickey Laurentiis "Epithalamion"

The oldest dust of it is sweetest - Alice Notley "At Night the States"

Constant since the oldest maps - Kay Ryan "Gaps"

Blinking through the oldest tree of wisdom - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"


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