Good-Bye and Keep Cold, by Robert Frost
THIS saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
A...
Mouse Poems
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...