The Bride's Lament, by Du Fu
Where choked with hemp and weeds the dodder gro...
Fly Poems
Homesickness, by Du Fu
Upon the river's whiteness the birds more clear...
The Milky Way, by Du Fu
Often hidden, often bright,
Clearest on an a...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning
I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Ha...
A Pretty Woman, by Robert Browning
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the ...
The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
The Fruit Shop, by Amy Lowell
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,
High-wai...
Funeral Song for the Indian Chief Blackbird, by Amy Lowell
BURIED SITTING UPRIGHT ON A LIVE HORSE ON A BLU...
The Letter, by Amy Lowell
Little cramped words scrawling all over the pap...
An Opera House, by Amy Lowell
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, ...
Pickthorn Manor, by Amy Lowell
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
Sunshine Through a Cobwebbed Window, by Amy Lowell
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapes...
Superstition, by Amy Lowell
I have painted a picture of a ghost
Upon my ki...
A Tale of Starvation, by Amy Lowell
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,...
Autumn Song, by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Let's go down the road together, you and I,
...
A Paean in the Springtide, by Aleister Crowley
Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of ...
The Rainbow, by Aleister Crowley
On land wrought of starlight rain lingers
In d...
Accuse Me Not, Beseech Thee, That I Wear, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too...
Fly, Some Kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale, by William Wordsworth
Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!
...
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...
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly, by William Wordsworth
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pi...
The Seven Sisters; or, The Solitude of Binnorie, by William Wordsworth
I Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,
All c...
To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...