Hamatreya, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, F...
Dog Poems
Mithridates, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I cannot spare water or wine,
Tobacco-leaf, ...
A Servant to Servants, by Robert Frost
I DIDN'T make you know how glad I was
To have ...
Snow, by Robert Frost
THE three stood listening to a fresh access
Of...
Song of the Witches: Double, double toil and trouble , by William Shakespeare
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn an...
Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music , by William Shakespeare
I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest on...
Witches Chant (From Macbeth) , by William Shakespeare
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones e...
The Burial of the Dead, by T. S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs...
Sweeney Among the Nightingales, by T. S. Eliot
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his ...
Faces, by Walt Whitman
1 Sauntering the pavement or riding the count...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
The Blind Highland Boy, by William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
Fidelity, by William Wordsworth
A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as ...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
Incident Characteristic of a Favourite Dog, by William Wordsworth
On his morning rounds the Master
Goes to learn...
It Was an April Morning: Fresh and Clear, by William Wordsworth
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The R...
Michael, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
The Coming of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fa...
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
Geraint and Enid, by Alfred Tennyson
O purblind race of miserable men,
How many am...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...