The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,...
Raven Poems
Bridal Song , by William Shakespeare
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not ro...
The Dark Lady Sonnets , by William Shakespeare
CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fai...
Sweeney Among the Nightingales, by T. S. Eliot
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his ...
The Danish Boy, by William Wordsworth
I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...
Fidelity, by William Wordsworth
A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as ...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
The Idle Shepherd-Boys; or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force, by William Wordsworth
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
The Pet Lamb, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral The dew was falling fast, the star...
Song for the Wandering Jew, by William Wordsworth
Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar ...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Guinevere, by Alfred Tennyson
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
T...
Rizpah, by Alfred Tennyson
I Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over...
Come Rhiannon, by Julie Rutherford
Come Rhiannon
forget, the blackbirds
...
An August Voice, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I YOU'LL take back your Grand Duke?
I made th...
The Danish Boy, by William Wordsworth
I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...
Fidelity, by William Wordsworth
A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as ...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
The Idle Shepherd-Boys; or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force, by William Wordsworth
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
The Pet Lamb, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral The dew was falling fast, the star...
Song for the Wandering Jew, by William Wordsworth
Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar ...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
The Human Abstract, by William Blake
Pity would be no more
If we did not make someb...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
The Sunbeam, by Albert Laighton
A sunbeam through an open door
Streamed down t...