A Game of Chess, by T. S. Eliot
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,...
Bear Poems
Gerontion, by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an ...
Portrait of a Lady, by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast committed--
Fornication: but that wa...
City of Orgies, by Walt Whitman
City of orgies, walks and joys,
City whom th...
Europe [The 72nd and 73rd Years of These States], by Walt Whitman
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the...
Faces, by Walt Whitman
1 Sauntering the pavement or riding the count...
In Cabin'd Ships at Sea, by Walt Whitman
In cabin'd ships at sea,
The boundless blue o...
O Star of France [1870-71], by Walt Whitman
O star of France,
The brightness of thy hope ...
Passage to India, by Walt Whitman
1 Singing my days,
Singing the great achiev...
Pioneers! O Pioneers!, by Walt Whitman
Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in or...
"The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete", by Walt Whitman
The devilish and the dark, the dying and disea...
Scented Herbage of My Breast, by Walt Whitman
Scented herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you...
The Singer in the Prison, by Walt Whitman
O sight of pity, s...
The Sleepers, by Walt Whitman
1 I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Song of the Broad-Axe, by Walt Whitman
1 Weapon shapely, naked, wan,
Head from t...
Song of the Redwood-Tree, by Walt Whitman
1 A California song,
A prophecy and indirec...
A Song of the Rolling Earth, by Walt Whitman
1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words ...
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood, by Walt Whitman
1 Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou va...
To Think of Time, by Walt Whitman
1 To think of time--of all that retrospection...
Anecdote for Fathers, by William Wordsworth
I have a boy of five years old;
His face is f...
The Childless Father, by William Wordsworth
"Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
N...
The Danish Boy, by William Wordsworth
I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...