Boston, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS The rocky nook...
School Poems
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Threnody, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The South-wind brings
Life, sunshine and desi...
The Axe-Helve, by Robert Frost
I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of al...
The Death of the Hired Man, by Robert Frost
MARY sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
...
A Hundred Collars, by Robert Frost
LANCASTER bore him--such a little town,
Such ...
Maple, by Robert Frost
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel
Made ...
New Hampshire, by Robert Frost
I met a lady from the South who said
(You won'...
A Star in a Stone-Boat, by Robert Frost
(For Lincoln MacVeagh) NEVER tell me that not ...
All the World's a Stage , by William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and w...
Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service, by T. S. Eliot
Look, look, master, here comes two religions...
Beat! Beat! Drums!, by Walt Whitman
Beat! Beat! Drums!--blow! Bugles! Blow!
Throug...
By Blue Ontario's Shore, by Walt Whitman
By blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these ...
My Legacy, by Walt Whitman
The business man the acquirer vast,
After ass...
Myself and Mine, by Walt Whitman
Myself and mine gymnastic ever,
To stand the ...
An Old Man's Thought of School, by Walt Whitman
[For the Inauguration of a Public School, Camd...
A Paumanok Picture, by Walt Whitman
Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, q...
The Sleepers, by Walt Whitman
1 I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping...
A Song for Occupations, by Walt Whitman
1 A song for occupations!
In the labor of en...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Song of the Open Road, by Walt Whitman
1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open ...
A Song of the Rolling Earth, by Walt Whitman
1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words ...
There Was a Child Went Forth, by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And t...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
Matthew, by William Wordsworth
If Nature, for a favourite child,
In thee ha...