Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole pa...
Sex Poems
Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals, by Walt Whitman
Ages and ages returning at intervals,
Undestr...
From Pent-Up Aching Rivers, by Walt Whitman
From pent-up aching rivers,
From that of myse...
A Hand-Mirror, by Walt Whitman
Hold it up sternly--see this it sends back, (w...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Song of the Answerer, by Walt Whitman
1 Now list to my morning's romanza, I tell t...
A Woman Waits for Me, by Walt Whitman
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothi...
The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson
1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A...
Seaweed from Mars, by Maxwell Bodenheim
I "Have you ever played a violin
Larger than ...
Wild May, by Claude McKay
Aleta mentions in her tender letters,
Among a...
Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Madame de Warens, by Francis Jammes
MADAME DE WARENS, you would watch the storm
F...
Irrequies Amor, by Alfred Mortier
WHEN for the first time I beheld her eyes
Fixi...
Welcome to the Park, by Calvera Tomczak
Welcome to the park where I took my lover down ...
The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Chrysanthemums, by Charles Vildrac
AT the black foot of trellises, by almond-bran...
You Beautiful Girl of the Street, by Edwin Leibfreed
You beautiful girl of the street!
With paramou...
The True Knight, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We sigh above historic pages,
Brave with the ...
The Ecstasy, by John Donne
Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant ban...
Father Pumpkin; or, Always in Luck, by John Godfrey Saxe
AN ARABIAN TALE I In Cairo once there dwelt a...
Taking the Train of Singularity South from Midtown, by John J. Ronan
42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Sq...
A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover, by John Wilmot
Ancient person, for whom I
All the flattering...
Old Poets, by Joyce Kilmer
If I should live in a forest
And sleep underne...
The Barracks, by Jules Romains
Beings have molten forms and lives together. T...
All and Nothing, by Rishi Rai
I stare into your eyes and.. Nothing
No ecstas...