Wealth, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Who shall tell what did befall,
Far away in t...
Mole Poems
The Defence of Lucknow, by Alfred Tennyson
I Banner of England, not for a season, O ba...
Ode V, by Hafez
From the Divan Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! In t...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning
I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Ha...
Messaline, by Aleister Crowley
Beneath the living cross I lie
And swoon towar...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Georgic I, by Virgil
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
No More for Lycus, by Alcaeus
No more for Lycus will I sigh,
Or seek his fo...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
Presidio de San Francisco, 1800, by Bret Harte
I Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands...
Winter Sleep, by Elinor Wylie
When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as lou...
Atlantis: Part II, by Frederick Tennyson
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
In October, by John Burroughs
Now comes the sunset of the verdant year,
Che...