The Coliseum, by Edgar Allan Poe
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lo...
Bat Poems
Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole pa...
The Pauper Witch of Grafton, by Robert Frost
NOW that they've got it settled whose I be,
I...
Waiting, Afield at Dusk, by Robert Frost
WHAT things for dream there are when spectre-li...
Lover's Complaint , by William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A ...
Song of the Witches: Double, double toil and trouble , by William Shakespeare
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn an...
Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) , by William Shakespeare
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cows...
Witches Chant (From Macbeth) , by William Shakespeare
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones e...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Song of the Open Road, by Walt Whitman
1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open ...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
The Ring and the Castle, by Amy Lowell
"BENJAMIN BAILEY, Benjamin Bailey, why do you...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
The Bat, by Arthur Guiterman
Airy-mouse, hairy mouse,
Keen-eared contrary...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
The Bad Lands, by Badger Clark
No fresh green things in the Bad Lands bide;
...
My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
On Caragh Lake, by Clinton Scollard
I On Caragh lake the evening light
Is violet ...
Rahinane, by Clinton Scollard
Wrapt in mist and washed with rain
Is the hill...
The Little Brown Bat, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...
The Winter Court at Nidaros, by George Houghton
Long were the night-times on that slip of shore...
War, by George Sterling
The night was on the world, and in my sleep
I...
The Skeleton in Armor, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with ...
Descent, by Keith Holyoak
I. The Bank “ It goes in ninety seconds!...