Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music , by William Shakespeare
I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest on...
Nightingale Poems
A Game of Chess, by T. S. Eliot
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,...
The Solitary Reaper, by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitar...
The Two April Mornings, by William Wordsworth
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
The Gardener's Daughter; or, the Pictures, by Alfred Tennyson
This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...
The Palace of Art, by Alfred Tennyson
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Wherei...
The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson
1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A...
Ode VIII, by Hafez
From the Divan The rose has flushed red, the ...
Ode XIV, by Hafez
The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood...
Ode XV, by Hafez
From the Divan Return! That to a heart wounded...
Ode XXIII, by Hafez
From the Divan My lady, that did change this ...
Ode XXVII, by Hafez
My friend has fled! Alas, my friend has fled, ...
Ode XXXII, by Hafez
From the Divan of Hafiz Upon a branch of the s...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed, by Amy Lowell
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind whi...
Alice, by Aleister Crowley
The roses of the world are sad,
The water-lil...
The Wizard Way, by Aleister Crowley
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...
And Therefore If to Love Can Be Desert, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am ...
Exaggeration, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
WE overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagi...
The Solitary Reaper, by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitar...
The Two April Mornings, by William Wordsworth
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose...
As Round the Parting Ray the Busy Motes, by Walter Savage Landor
As round the parting ray the busy motes
In edd...
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...