Muckle-Mouth Meg, by Robert Browning
FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed...
Lark Poems
Songs From Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning
Day! Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim,...
A Little Song, by Amy Lowell
When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wea...
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula, by Amy Lowell
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished...
Alice, by Aleister Crowley
The roses of the world are sad,
The water-lil...
The Danish Boy, by William Wordsworth
I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...
The Fountain, by William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affecti...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
The Idle Shepherd-Boys; or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force, by William Wordsworth
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
Resolution and Independence, by William Wordsworth
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...
To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...
Vaudracour and Julia, by William Wordsworth
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...
Spring, by William Blake
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Bird's deligh...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Ave Maria, by Alfred Austin
I In the ages of Faith, before the day
When ...
September, by Alice Williams Brotherton
Lush juices of ripe fruits; splashed color flun...
Winter Sunshine, by Andrew Downing
It scarcely seems winter, so faint is the bree...
A Boy and a Pup, by Arthur Guiterman
The Boy wears a grin,
A scratch on his chin, ...
The Springtime Plains, by Badger Clark
Heart of me, are you hearing
The drum of hoof...
Freedom, by C. B. Langston
Whene'er my spirit would upward rise,
Its mor...
Youth, by C. B. Langston
Oh happy youth! Season of life most lovely!
Fa...
Lost Art, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
O LIFE profound! Thine opening ways
Lay clear ...
Amid a Crown of Radiant Hills, by Dollie Radford
Amid a crown of radiant hills,
A little wood ...
Out On the Moor, by Dollie Radford
I have been wandering today
Out on the moor, ...
Summer Morning, by Dugald Moore
Nature has waked, and yawn'd, and oped her ey...