The Waterfall and the Eglantine, by William Wordsworth
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exc...
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The Angel, by William Blake
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that ...
The Tiger, by William Blake
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of...
Awakening from Sleep on a Spring Day, by Li Bai
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day l...
By the Great Wall, by Li Bai
I Came the barbarian horde with the autumn;
...
The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With ...
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said...
Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou...
On His Blindness, by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half...
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but ...
The Universal Prayer, by Alexander Pope
Father of all! In every age,
In every clime ...
Halloween, by Arthur Peterson
Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon w...
The Days After, by Diana Richardson
I wake in darkness
My eyes adjust to see the ...
Little Rabbit, by Douglas Gibson
Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...
She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night, by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloud...
Breathing, by Palladas
Breathing the thin breath through our nostrils,...
Solitude, by Ramesh Dohan
If you stay at home long enough
a wonderful t...
The Dancer, by Saadi
From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...
Silence, by Saadi
From the Gulistan To the ignorant man nothing ...
Beauty Eternal, by Teresa Hooley
To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of ...
Warm Summer Sun , by Mark Twain
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm ...