Song of the Universal, by Walt Whitman
1 Come said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poe...
Animal Poems
Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here, by Walt Whitman
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon sh...
Spontaneous Me, by Walt Whitman
Spontaneous me, Nature,
The loving day, the...
Starting from Paumanok, by Walt Whitman
1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I w...
Tears, by Walt Whitman
Tears! Tears! Tears!
In the night, in solitu...
There Was a Child Went Forth, by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And t...
These I Singing in Spring, by Walt Whitman
These I singing in spring collect for lovers,
...
This Compost, by Walt Whitman
1 Something startles me where I thought I was...
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood, by Walt Whitman
1 Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou va...
To the Man-of-War-Bird, by Walt Whitman
Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,
...
To Think of Time, by Walt Whitman
1 To think of time--of all that retrospection...
Wandering at Morn, by Walt Whitman
Wandering at morn,
Emerging from the night fr...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
We Two, How Long We Were Fooled, by Walt Whitman
We two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmu...
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman
1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
...
With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!, by Walt Whitman
With husky-haughty lips, O sea!
Where day and...
The World Below the Brine, by Walt Whitman
The world below the brine,
Forests at the bot...
The Wound-Dresser, by Walt Whitman
1 An old man bending I come among new faces, ...
The Affliction of Margaret, by William Wordsworth
I Where art thou, my beloved Son,
Where ar...
Alice Fell; or, Poverty, by William Wordsworth
The post-boy drove with fierce career,
For th...
Anecdote for Fathers, by William Wordsworth
I have a boy of five years old;
His face is f...
Beggars, by William Wordsworth
She had a tall man's height or more;
Her face...
The Blind Highland Boy, by William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...
The Childless Father, by William Wordsworth
"Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
N...
The Complaint of a Forsaken Indian Woman, by William Wordsworth
I Before I see another day,
Oh let my body ...