Witches Chant (From Macbeth) , by William Shakespeare
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones e...
Goat Poems
Gerontion, by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an ...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...
Pheidippides, by Robert Browning
Χ α ί ρ ε τ &eps...
The Garden God's Threat, by Catullus
Form'd from the season'd poplar's heart
By the...
Funeral Song for the Indian Chief Blackbird, by Amy Lowell
BURIED SITTING UPRIGHT ON A LIVE HORSE ON A BLU...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck, by Amy Lowell
1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...
An Epithalamium, by Sappho
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100,...
The Wizard Way, by Aleister Crowley
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...
Fiesole Idyl, by Walter Savage Landor
Here, where precipitate Spring, with one ligh...
Georgic II, by Virgil
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
The Black Goat, by Albert Samain
THE Black Goat passes, looking for his bitches...
The Best and Worst Nail in the Ark, by Arthur Guiterman
Now this is the story (and all of ye hark!)
Of...
The Death of Lycus, by Callimachus
Not on the land could Lycus die,
Nor in his n...
Hymn to Diana, by Callimachus
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
Hymn to Jupiter, by Callimachus
Whilst we to Jove immortal and divine,
Perfor...
The Flight, by Charles G. D. Roberts
She rose in the night and fled;
Such a night ...
The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Pan in Wall Street, by Edmund Clarence Stedman
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Looks o...
Chorus of Satyrs, Driving Their Goats, by Euripides
Chorus from The Cyclops Where has he of race d...
Bellerophon, by Henry Abbey
There lives a creature of a dreamer's brain,
...
To a Child, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dear child! How radiant on thy mother's knee,
...
The Prisoner of Chillon, by Lord Byron
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor gre...
Eunica; or, The Herdsman, by Moschus
When lately I offer'd Eunica to kiss,
She fle...