Sonnets Xiii , by William Shakespeare
FROM you have I been absent in the spring,
Wh...
Rose Poems
Sonnets Xvii , by William Shakespeare
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though...
The Passionate Pilgrim , by William Shakespeare
I.
When my love swears that she is made of trut...
The Procreation Sonnets , by William Shakespeare
I
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
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Death by Water, by T. S. Eliot
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Fo...
A Game of Chess, by T. S. Eliot
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,...
Portrait of a Lady, by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast committed--
Fornication: but that wa...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night, by T. S. Eliot
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the stree...
A Boston Ballad [1854], by Walt Whitman
To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morni...
The Pallid Wreath, by Walt Whitman
Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though...
A Persian Lesson, by Walt Whitman
For his o'erarching and last lesson the greybea...
The Singer in the Prison, by Walt Whitman
O sight of pity, s...
Song at Sunset, by Walt Whitman
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me, ...
Song of the Redwood-Tree, by Walt Whitman
1 A California song,
A prophecy and indirec...
To Think of Time, by Walt Whitman
1 To think of time--of all that retrospection...
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night, by Walt Whitman
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
...
When I Heard at the Close of the Day, by Walt Whitman
When I heard at the close of the day how my nam...
At the Grave of Burns, 1803. Seven Years after his Death, by William Wordsworth
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
At thought...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, by William Wordsworth
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refine...
The Fountain, by William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affect...
French Revolution, by William Wordsworth
As it Appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commenceme...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
Michael, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
Nutting, by William Wordsworth
It seems a day
(I...