Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Bird Poems
Song of the Banner at Daybreak, by Walt Whitman
Poet:
O A new son...
Song of the Universal, by Walt Whitman
1 Come said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poe...
Starting from Paumanok, by Walt Whitman
1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I w...
There Was a Child Went Forth, by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And t...
Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood, by Walt Whitman
1 Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou va...
To the Man-of-War-Bird, by Walt Whitman
Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,
...
Wandering at Morn, by Walt Whitman
Wandering at morn,
Emerging from the night fr...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman
1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
...
The Blind Highland Boy, by William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...
Composed near Calais, on the Road leading to Ardres, August 7, 1802, by William Wordsworth
Jones! As from Calais southward you and I
Went...
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...
Elegiac Verses, by William Wordsworth
In Memory of My Brother, John Wordsworth, Com...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, by William Wordsworth
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refine...
Fort Fuentes, by William Wordsworth
Dread hour! When, upheaved by war's sulphurous...
It Was an April Morning: Fresh and Clear, by William Wordsworth
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The R...
The Kitten and Falling Leaves, by William Wordsworth
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty ...
The Oak and the Broom, by William Wordsworth
I
His simple truths did Andrew glean
Be...
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly, by William Wordsworth
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pi...
The Reverie of Poor Susan, by William Wordsworth
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight ap...
The Sailor's Mother, by William Wordsworth
One morning (raw it was and wet
A foggy day in...
The Solitary Reaper, by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitar...