The Bells, by Edgar Allan Poe
I Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bel...
Dove Poems
Voluntaries, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I
Low and mournful be the strain,
Haugh...
To E. T., by Robert Frost
I SLUMBERED with your poems on my breast
Sprea...
Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind , by William Shakespeare
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And...
Sonnet Cxiii , by William Shakespeare
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
An...
The Passionate Pilgrim , by William Shakespeare
I.
When my love swears that she is made of trut...
The Phoenix And The Turtle , by William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabi...
Her Eyes Are Wild, by William Wordsworth
I Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The...
Resolution and Independence, by William Wordsworth
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...
The Reverie of Poor Susan, by William Wordsworth
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight ap...
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the ...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
The Miller's Daughter, by Alfred Tennyson
I met in all the close green ways,
While walk...
Scent of Irises, by D. H. Lawrence
A FAINT, sickening scent of irises
Persists a...
Sigh No More, by D. H. Lawrence
THE cuckoo and the coo-dove's ceaseless calling...
Snap-Dragon, by D. H. Lawrence
SHE bade me follow to her garden, where
The m...
Innocence, by Conrad Aiken
The little leaves that climbed so high
Are blo...
The Basket, by Amy Lowell
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper ...
A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
Ad Lucium, by Aleister Crowley
The Lampsacene is girt with golden dress;
His...
The Poem, by Aleister Crowley
I have no heart to sing.
what offering may I b...
Under the Palms, by Aleister Crowley
The woodland hollows know us, bird-enchanted, ...
If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
A...
Thou Comest! All Is Said Without a Word, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou comest! All is said without a word.
I sit...