The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Ass Poems
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
My Friend, My Brother, by Alfred Mortier
NOT as it seems, friend, brother, is my life...
On Fools, by Bhartrhari
She whom I worship night and day, she loathes ...
Father Pumpkin; or, Always in Luck, by John Godfrey Saxe
AN ARABIAN TALE I In Cairo once there dwelt a...
Raising Eve From The Red Earth, by Johnny Noir
Raising Eve from the red earth beneath the shad...
Booty, by Joshua Knight
Once in a man’ s life
he’ s seen ...
Conversations with Patriotism, by Joshua Knight
Under a tree
near the cement shore of a man-ma...
Delicatessen, by Joyce Kilmer
Why is that wanton gossip Fame
So dumb about t...
To a Young Poet Who Killed Himself, by Joyce Kilmer
When you had played with life a space
And made...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
The Window, by Stéphane Mallarmé
TIRED of the fetid smell that climbs and sticks...
Ever Watchful, by Ta' Abbata Sharra
Nor exults he nor complains he; silent bears wh...
The Diverting History of John Gilpin, by William Cowper
Showing how he went farther than he intended, ...