Animal Poems

Animal Poems

Al Aaraf, by Edgar Allan Poe

I O! Nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown ...

The Bells, by Edgar Allan Poe

I Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bel...

The Coliseum, by Edgar Allan Poe

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lo...

The Conqueror Worm, by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome lat...

Dreamland, by Edgar Allan Poe

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by il...

An Enigma, by Edgar Allan Poe

"Seldom we find, " says Solomon Don Dunce,
"...

Fairyland, by Edgar Allan Poe

Dim valesand shadowy floods
And cloudy-lookin...

The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,...

Sonnet — to Science, by Edgar Allan Poe

Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
...

Tamerlane, by Edgar Allan Poe

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, i...

To Helen, by Edgar Allan Poe

I saw thee onceonce onlyyears ago:
I must not...

To One in Paradise, by Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my...

Ulalume, by Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leav...

Alphonso of Castile, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I, Alphonso, live and learn,
Seeing Nature ...

The Apology, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone...

Astraea, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and qu...

Bacchus, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In t...

Compensation, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The wings of Time are black and white,
Pied w...

Each and All, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked ...

Fable, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
...

Fate, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould hi...

Guy, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Mortal mixed of middle clay,
Attempered to th...

Hamatreya, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, F...

The Harp, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

One musician is sure,
His wisdom will not fai...

Hermione, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

On a mound an Arab lay,
And sung his sweet re...