To J. S., by Alfred Tennyson
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
Mor...
Flower Poems
The Two Voices, by Alfred Tennyson
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art ...
The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson
1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A...
Who Can Say?, by Alfred Tennyson
Who can say
Why To-day
To-morrow will be yest...
The Days of Spring, by Hafez
The days of Spring are here! The eglantine,
T...
Ode II, by Hafez
From the Divan The bird of gardens sang unto t...
Ode IV, by Hafez
From the Divan Sleep on thine eyes, bright as...
Ode VIII, by Hafez
From the Divan The rose has flushed red, the ...
Ode IX, by Hafez
From the Divan Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass af...
Ode XIV, by Hafez
The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood...
Ode XVI, by Hafez
From the Divan What is wrought in the forge of...
Ode XVIII, by Hafez
From the Divan Slaves of thy shining eyes are ...
Ode XIX, by Hafez
From the Divan What drunkenness is this that b...
Ode XXII, by Hafez
From the Divan The rose is not fair without th...
Ode XXIII, by Hafez
From the Divan My lady, that did change this ...
Ode XXIV, by Hafez
From the Divan Not one is filled with madness ...
Ode XXV, by Hafez
From the Divan The days of absence and the bit...
Ode XXVI, by Hafez
From the Divan The secret draught of wine and ...
Ode XXVII, by Hafez
My friend has fled! Alas, my friend has fled, ...
Ode XXIX, by Hafez
From the Divan From Canaan Joseph shall return...
Ode XXXI, by Hafez
From the Divan The breath of Dawn's musk-strew...
Ode XXXII, by Hafez
From the Divan of Hafiz Upon a branch of the s...
Dreams, by Lola Ridge
Men die..
Dreams only change their houses.
Th...
Potpourri, by Lola Ridge
Do you remember
Honey-melon moon
Dripping thi...
Spring, by Lola Ridge
A spring wind on the Bowery,
Blowing the fluf...