May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Apple Poems
After Apple-Picking, by Robert Frost
MY long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a...
A Brook in the City, by Robert Frost
THE farm house lingers, though averse to squar...
The Cow in Apple Time, by Robert Frost
SOMETHING inspires the only cow of late
To mak...
A Girl's Garden, by Robert Frost
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village
Likes to tel...
The Grindstone, by Robert Frost
Having a wheel and four legs of its own
Has ne...
The Housekeeper, by Robert Frost
I LET myself in at the kitchen door.
"It's you...
A Hundred Collars, by Robert Frost
LANCASTER bore him--such a little town,
Such ...
In the Home Stretch, by Robert Frost
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked...
Mending Wall, by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
...
Putting in the Seed, by Robert Frost
YOU come to fetch me from my work to-night
Whe...
Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True , by William Shakespeare
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Lik...
Sonnet Xciii , by William Shakespeare
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Li...
Halcyon Days, by Walt Whitman
Not from successful love alone,
Nor wealth, ...
A Song for Occupations, by Walt Whitman
1 A song for occupations!
In the labor of en...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Starting from Paumanok, by Walt Whitman
1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I w...
There Was a Child Went Forth, by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And t...
This Compost, by Walt Whitman
1 Something startles me where I thought I was...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman
1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
The Kitten and Falling Leaves, by William Wordsworth
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty ...
Stanzas written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson's Castle of Indolence, by William Wordsworth
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom w...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Fort...