Random Poem
The random poem generator takes the first lines of nearly 3,900 poems to make a new poem. To see the full list of what's included, click here.
'Speak roughly to your little boy,
What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might,
The angels guide him now,
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding
I walk in a garden of roses,
Come sleepe, O sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,
Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs,
And are ye sure the news is true?