Stanzas written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson's Castle of Indolence, by William Wordsworth
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom w...
Bird Poems
To the Cuckoo, by William Wordsworth
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
A Dream of Fair Women, by Alfred Tennyson
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
...
Edward Gray, by Alfred Tennyson
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
Met me walk...
The Gardener's Daughter; or, the Pictures, by Alfred Tennyson
This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
The 'How' and the 'Why', by Alfred Tennyson
I am any man's suitor,
If any will be my tuto...
Lancelot and Elaine, by Alfred Tennyson
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
Mariana in the South, by Alfred Tennyson
Behind the barren hill upsprung
With pointed r...
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...
Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...
Morte d'Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Amo...
Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...
The Revenge: A Ballad of the Fleet, by Alfred Tennyson
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville l...
Ode II, by Hafez
From the Divan The bird of gardens sang unto t...
Ode IX, by Hafez
From the Divan Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass af...
Ode XIX, by Hafez
From the Divan What drunkenness is this that b...
Ode XXXI, by Hafez
From the Divan The breath of Dawn's musk-strew...
Interim, by Lola Ridge
The earth is motionless
And poised in space..
...
Secrets, by Lola Ridge
Secrets
infesting my half-sleep..
did you ent...
Wild Duck, by Lola Ridge
I That was a great night we spied upon
See-sa...
Ballad of Another Ophelia, by D. H. Lawrence
OH the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, ...