The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,...
Bird Poems
Bacchus, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In t...
Each and All, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked ...
The Harp, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
One musician is sure,
His wisdom will not fai...
Hermione, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
On a mound an Arab lay,
And sung his sweet re...
The Humble-Bee, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
Initial, Daemonic and Celestial Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I. THE INITIAL LOVE Venus, when her son was l...
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Merlin I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thy trivial harp will never please
Or fill my ...
Mithridates, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I cannot spare water or wine,
Tobacco-leaf, ...
Monadnoc, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music...
Musketaquid, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Because I was content with these poor fields,
...
Nemesis, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Already blushes on thy cheek
The bosom though...
The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence is the Flower?, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, ...
The Sphinx, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Sphinx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled:
...
Terminus, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is time to be old,
To take in sail: --
Th...
Threnody, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The South-wind brings
Life, sunshine and desi...
The Titmouse, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
You shall not be overbold
When you deal with a...
Woodnotes I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
1 When the pine tosses its cones
To the song ...
Woodnotes II, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
As sunbeams stream through liberal space
And n...
Xenophanes, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave
One ...
Blueberries, by Robert Frost
"YOU ought to have seen what I saw on my way
T...
The Exposed Nest, by Robert Frost
YOU were forever finding some new play.
So whe...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears and Some Books, by Robert Frost
OLD Davis owned a solid mica mountain
In Dalto...
Fragmentary Blue, by Robert Frost
WHY make so much of fragmentary blue
In here a...