May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Robin Poems
To Ellen at the South, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The green grass is bowing,
The morning wind i...
Our Singing Strength, by Robert Frost
IT snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm
T...
Song of the Exposition, by Walt Whitman
1 (Ah little recks the laborer,
How near hi...
Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here, by Walt Whitman
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon sh...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly, by William Wordsworth
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pi...
Rob Roy's Grave, by William Wordsworth
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English balla...
A Whirl-blast from Behind the Hill, by William Wordsworth
A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...
A Baby Running Barefoot, by D. H. Lawrence
WHEN the bare feet of the baby beat across the ...
If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shal...
May-Flower, by Emily Dickinson
Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low, ...
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly, by William Wordsworth
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pi...
Rob Roy's Grave, by William Wordsworth
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English balla...
A Whirl-blast from Behind the Hill, by William Wordsworth
A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er...
The Blossom, by William Blake
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
...
May-Flowers, by Albert Laighton
Children of the pathless wood,
Dwelling in de...
November, by Alice Williams Brotherton
Is this the world that was so young
And fresh ...
At Needlehole, by Alison Brackenbury
How lovely the land lies in October,
Still as...
The Ideal Farmer, by Andrew Downing
The Farmer is the lord of lands,
The birth-ri...
Life's Common Things, by Andrew Downing
The common things of life are best--
The air, ...
How the Birds Came, by Arthur Guiterman
AN INDIAN LEGEND All summer long the forest tr...
Tulips, by Arthur Guiterman
Brave little fellows in crimsons and yellows,
...