Initial, Daemonic and Celestial Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I. THE INITIAL LOVE Venus, when her son was l...
Fish Poems
Monadnoc, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music...
The Problem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I love a prop...
A Star in a Stone-Boat, by Robert Frost
(For Lincoln MacVeagh) NEVER tell me that not ...
The Vanishing Red, by Robert Frost
HE is said to have been the last Red Man
In Ac...
Wild Grapes, by Robert Frost
What tree may not the fig be gathered from?
T...
As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life, by Walt Whitman
1 As I ebb'd with the ocean of life,
As I w...
By Blue Ontario's Shore, by Walt Whitman
By blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these ...
I Sing the Body Electric, by Walt Whitman
1 I sing the body electric,
The armies of t...
A Song for Occupations, by Walt Whitman
1 A song for occupations!
In the labor of en...
A Song of Joys, by Walt Whitman
O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of musi...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Starting from Paumanok, by Walt Whitman
1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I w...
There Was a Child Went Forth, by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And t...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
The Blind Highland Boy, by William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...
Fidelity, by William Wordsworth
A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as ...
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...
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...
The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson
1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A...
The Pope and the Net, by Robert Browning
WHAT, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,
...
Up at a Villa—Down in the City, by Robert Browning
(As distinguished by an Italian person of quali...
An Aquarium, by Amy Lowell
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence,
Silv...
April, by Amy Lowell
A bird chirped at my window this morning,
And...