Tamerlane, by Edgar Allan Poe
Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, i...
Lion Poems
Ulalume, by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leav...
Initial, Daemonic and Celestial Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I. THE INITIAL LOVE Venus, when her son was l...
Merlin I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thy trivial harp will never please
Or fill my ...
Mithridates, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I cannot spare water or wine,
Tobacco-leaf, ...
Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole pa...
Woodnotes II, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
As sunbeams stream through liberal space
And n...
Worship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung har...
From The Rape Of Lucrece , by William Shakespeare
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozen...
Now The Hungry Lion Roars , by William Shakespeare
From "A Midsummer-Night's Dream, " Act V. Scene...
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws , by William Shakespeare
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And...
Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws , by William Shakespeare
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
A...
Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws , by William Shakespeare
TH' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
Is l...
With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!, by Walt Whitman
With husky-haughty lips, O sea!
Where day and...
The Affliction of Margaret, by William Wordsworth
I Where art thou, my beloved Son,
Where ar...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
Her Eyes Are Wild, by William Wordsworth
I Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
A Dream of Fair Women, by Alfred Tennyson
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
...
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, by Alfred Tennyson
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not ...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...