Rural Architecture, by William Wordsworth
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and R...
School Poems
The Tables Turned, by William Wordsworth
Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or s...
To the Cuckoo, by William Wordsworth
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee...
When, to the Attractions of the Busy World, by William Wordsworth
When, to the attractions of the busy world,
...
Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...
Pierrot Objects, by Maxwell Bodenheim
They have made me an airy apology
for the crud...
The Chariot, by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly...
The Nearest Dream Recedes, by Emily Dickinson
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The he...
Playmates, by Emily Dickinson
God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to p...
The Fool Errant, by Amy Lowell
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life
&nb...
The Forsaken, by Amy Lowell
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I ...
Number 3 on the Docket, by Amy Lowell
The lawyer, are you?
Well! I ain't got nothin...
A Tale of Starvation, by Amy Lowell
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,...
To a Rich Vulgarian, by Sappho
Fragments 35, 67, 81, 72, 68 combined. Tho...
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...
Rural Architecture, by William Wordsworth
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and R...
The Tables Turned, by William Wordsworth
Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or s...
To the Cuckoo, by William Wordsworth
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee...
When, to the Attractions of the Busy World, by William Wordsworth
When, to the attractions of the busy world,
...
The Schoolboy, by William Blake
I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds a...
I Love ..., by Francis Jammes
I LOVE in old days Clara d'Ellé beuse,
...
You Would Be Naked, by Francis Jammes
You would be naked on the wet and pink heather,...
The Ballad of Ruth Blay, by Albert Laighton
An old lady, who was present at the execution ...
Holy Poverty, by Alice Williams Brotherton
O Poverty, the mother of all arts,
No dreame...