The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Plant Poems
The Waterfall and the Eglantine, by William Wordsworth
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exc...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Fort...
The Death of Columbine, by Evelyn Scott
White breast beaten in sea waves,
Hair tangle...
Hudson River, by Evelyn Scott
The thin hill pushes against the mist.
Its fad...
My Child, by Evelyn Scott
Tentacles thrust imperceptibly into the future
...
Springtime Too Soon, by Evelyn Scott
The moon is a cool rose in a blue bowl.
There ...
A Very Old Rose Jar, by Evelyn Scott
She ran across the lawn after the cat
And I sa...
Dawn, by Arthur Rimbaud
I kissed the dawn of summer. Nothing st...
The First Encounter, by Arthur Rimbaud
She was only half-dressed
And equally bare tre...
Ophelia, by Arthur Rimbaud
I
On the calm black water where the stars ar...
The Vowels, by Arthur Rimbaud
YE vowels, A black, E white, I red, U green...
Along this Coast I Led the Vacant Hours, by Walter Savage Landor
Along this coast I led the vacant Hours
To the...
Beloved the Last! Beloved the Most!, by Walter Savage Landor
Beloved the last! Beloved the most!
With willi...
Fiesole Idyl, by Walter Savage Landor
Here, where precipitate Spring, with one ligh...
I Cannot Tell, Not I, Why She, by Walter Savage Landor
I cannot tell, not I, why she
Awhile so grac...
I Come to Visit Thee Again, by Walter Savage Landor
I come to visit thee again,
My little flowerl...
Rose Aylmer, by Walter Savage Landor
Ah, what avails the sceptred race!
Ah, what ...
There are Some Wishes that may Start, by Walter Savage Landor
There are some wishes that may start
Nor cloud...
Where Three Huge Dogs are Ramping Yonder, by Walter Savage Landor
Where three huge dogs are ramping yonder
Befor...
Ah Sunflower, by William Blake
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest th...
The Book of Thel, by William Blake
I The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round thei...
The Chimney-Sweeper, by William Blake
When my mother died I was very young,
And my ...
Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
The Lily, by William Blake
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humbl...