Mouse Poems

Mouse Poems

Good-Bye and Keep Cold, by Robert Frost

THIS saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
A...

Now The Hungry Lion Roars , by William Shakespeare

From "A Midsummer-Night's Dream, " Act V. Scene...

Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...

The Cottager to her Infant, by William Wordsworth

The days are cold, the nights are long,
The ...

The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth

Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...

Mariana, by Alfred Tennyson

"Mariana in the moated grange." --Measure for...

Tease, by D. H. Lawrence

I WILL give you all my keys,
You shall be my ...

Muckle-Mouth Meg, by Robert Browning

FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed...

The Cottager to her Infant, by William Wordsworth

The days are cold, the nights are long,
The ...

The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth

Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...

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...

The Mouse's Petition, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Oh! Hear a pensive captive's prayer,
For libe...

The Bat, by Arthur Guiterman

Airy-mouse, hairy mouse,
Keen-eared contrary...

Homes, by Arthur Guiterman

The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...

Tip's Kitten, by Edith Matilda Thomas

The master--he loved my kitten, my kitten;
S...

The Young of Spring, by Edith Matilda Thomas

There are so many, many young!
So many, in t...

Ashes of Life, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love has gone and left me and the days are all ...

Winter Sleep, by Elinor Wylie

When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as lou...

In October, by John Burroughs

Now comes the sunset of the verdant year,
Che...

Coke Nazi, by Joshua Knight

It’ s well documented by now
that Coca C...

Clean Winter, by Louise Driscoll

Winter comes grimly
And cleans house.
Blowing...

Window of Time, by Patricia Walter

She sits at the window
frozen in time.
What d...

The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare

FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...

Workshop, by Billy Collins

I might as well begin by saying how much I like...