Al Aaraf, by Edgar Allan Poe
I O! Nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown ...
Bee Poems
The Humble-Bee, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
To Ellen at the South, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The green grass is bowing,
The morning wind i...
Woodnotes II, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
As sunbeams stream through liberal space
And n...
A Line-Storm Song, by Robert Frost
THE line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, ...
The Telephone, by Robert Frost
"When I was just as far as I could walk
From h...
Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) , by William Shakespeare
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cows...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Spontaneous Me, by Walt Whitman
Spontaneous me, Nature,
The loving day, the...
Lines Left Upon a Seat in a Yew-Tree..., by William Wordsworth
Nay, Traveller! Rest. This lonely Yew-tree sta...
To the Same Flower, by William Wordsworth
Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie ...
Claribel, by Alfred Tennyson
A MELODY
1 Where Claribel low-lieth
The br...
A Dirge, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy...
A Farewell, by Alfred Tennyson
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tr...
Lancelot and Elaine, by Alfred Tennyson
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
Love, Pride and Forgetfulness, by Alfred Tennyson
Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb,
Love ...
The Two Voices, by Alfred Tennyson
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art ...
A Baby Asleep After Pain, by D. H. Lawrence
As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and hea...
Coming Awake, by D. H. Lawrence
WHEN I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on...
Flapper, by D. H. Lawrence
LOVE has crept out of her sealé d heart
...
Snap-Dragon, by D. H. Lawrence
SHE bade me follow to her garden, where
The m...
Song-Day in Autumn, by D. H. Lawrence
When the autumn roses
Are heavy with dew,
Be...
Apotheosis, by Emily Dickinson
Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bas...
The Bee, by Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear ...
The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me, by Emily Dickinson
The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butte...