The Hill Wife, by Robert Frost
LONELINESS (Her Word) ONE ought not to have to...
Bird Poems
In a Vale, by Robert Frost
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale
By a mi...
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter, by Robert Frost
THE west was getting out of gold,
The breath ...
Now Close the Windows, by Robert Frost
NOW close the windows and hush all the fields; ...
The Oven Bird, by Robert Frost
THERE is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, ...
A Prayer in Spring, by Robert Frost
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
...
Range-Finding, by Robert Frost
THE battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cu...
A Star in a Stone-Boat, by Robert Frost
(For Lincoln MacVeagh) NEVER tell me that not ...
The Valley's Singing Day, by Robert Frost
THE sound of the closing outside door was all.
...
Wind and Window Flower, by Robert Frost
LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the l...
The Wood-Pile, by Robert Frost
OUT walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
I...
Bridal Song , by William Shakespeare
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not ro...
From The Rape Of Lucrece , by William Shakespeare
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozen...
Some Say That Ever Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) , by William Shakespeare
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo, after seein...
Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind , by William Shakespeare
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And...
Sonnet Cxiii , by William Shakespeare
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
An...
Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music , by William Shakespeare
I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest on...
The Phoenix And The Turtle , by William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabi...
Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time , by William Shakespeare
Through the house give glimmering light
By the ...
Under The Greenwood Tree , by William Shakespeare
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with ...
By Blue Ontario's Shore, by Walt Whitman
By blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these ...
From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a Bird, by Walt Whitman
From Paumanok starting I fly like a bird,
Aro...
Of That Blithe Throat of Thine, by Walt Whitman
Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic blea...
O Magnet-South, by Walt Whitman
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My...
Proud Music of the Storm, by Walt Whitman
1 Proud music of the storm,
Blast that care...