The Vantage Point, by Robert Frost
IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well...
Cattle Poems
Lover's Complaint , by William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A ...
Proud Music of the Storm, by Walt Whitman
1 Proud music of the storm,
Blast that care...
Salut au Monde!, by Walt Whitman
1 O take my hand Walt Whitman!
Such gliding ...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
The Idiot Boy, by William Wordsworth
'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night,
The ...
Incident Characteristic of a Favourite Dog, by William Wordsworth
On his morning rounds the Master
Goes to learn...
Written in March, while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brothers Water, by William Wordsworth
The Cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
...
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
Manners, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Gingerly, the poets sit.
Gingerly, they spen...
South State Street: Chicago, by Maxwell Bodenheim
I Rows of blankly box-like buildings
Raise th...
How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix, by Robert Browning
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
...
Nuptial Song, by Catullus
YOUTHS. Lo! Hesperus is here, ye youths, ari...
The Hammers, by Amy Lowell
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang!
Bang!
Tap!...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
The Idiot Boy, by William Wordsworth
'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night,
The ...
Incident Characteristic of a Favourite Dog, by William Wordsworth
On his morning rounds the Master
Goes to learn...
The Vowels, by Arthur Rimbaud
YE vowels, A black, E white, I red, U green...
The Clod and the Pebble, by William Blake
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for i...
Maryam's Story, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Shades her eyes from the sun;
growing weaker ...
Circe, by Walter Wykes
your mansion rises
in the middle of a clearing...
Georgic I, by Virgil
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
Georgic II, by Virgil
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
Georgic III, by Virgil
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...