The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, by William Wordsworth
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refine...
Bird Poems
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
Beside ...
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...
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 ...
Destiny, by Evelyn Scott
I am lost in the vast cave of night.
No sound ...
As Round the Parting Ray the Busy Motes, by Walter Savage Landor
As round the parting ray the busy motes
In edd...
The Leaves are Falling; So am I, by Walter Savage Landor
The leaves are falling; so am I;
The few late...
Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
A Little Boy Lost, by William Blake
"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerate...
On Another's Sorrow, by William Blake
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow...
The Schoolboy, by William Blake
I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds a...
Spring, by William Blake
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Bird's deligh...
Goodbye to April, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
There, on the veranda,
in the green light,
...
Hearing the Early Oriole, by Bai Juyi
When the sun rose I was still lying in bed;
A...
Losing a Slave Girl, by Bai Juyi
Around my garden the little wall is low;
In t...
The Poem on the Wall, by Bai Juyi
My clumsy poem on the inn-wall none cared to se...
The Stork, by Su Shi
In my garden dwells a stork,
Docile, coming ...
Awakening from Sleep on a Spring Day, by Li Bai
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day l...