To Ellen at the South, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The green grass is bowing,
The morning wind i...
Animal Poems
Una, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Roving, roving, as it seems,
Una lights my ...
Voluntaries, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I
Low and mournful be the strain,
Haugh...
Waldeinsamkeit, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I do not count the hours I spend
In wandering ...
Wealth, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Who shall tell what did befall,
Far away in t...
Woodnotes I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
1 When the pine tosses its cones
To the song ...
Woodnotes II, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
As sunbeams stream through liberal space
And n...
The World-Soul, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thanks to the morning light,
Thanks to the fo...
Worship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung har...
Xenophanes, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave
One ...
The Axe-Helve, by Robert Frost
I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of al...
Birches, by Robert Frost
WHEN I see birches bend to left and right
Acro...
Blueberries, by Robert Frost
"YOU ought to have seen what I saw on my way
T...
Blue-Butterfly Day, by Robert Frost
IT is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And ...
The Code, by Robert Frost
THERE were three in the meadow by the brook
Ga...
The Cow in Apple Time, by Robert Frost
SOMETHING inspires the only cow of late
To mak...
Dust of Snow, by Robert Frost
THE way of a crow
Shook down on me
The dust o...
An Empty Threat, by Robert Frost
I stay;
But it isn't as if
There wasn't alwa...
Evening In a Sugar Orchard, by Robert Frost
FROM where I lingered in a lull in March
Outsi...
The Exposed Nest, by Robert Frost
YOU were forever finding some new play.
So whe...
The Fear, by Robert Frost
A LANTERN light from deeper in the barn
Shone ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears and Some Books, by Robert Frost
OLD Davis owned a solid mica mountain
In Dalto...
Fragmentary Blue, by Robert Frost
WHY make so much of fragmentary blue
In here a...
Gathering Leaves, by Robert Frost
SPADES take up leaves
No better than spoons,
...
The Generations of Men, by Robert Frost
A GOVERNOR it was proclaimed this time,
When ...