The Apology, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone...
Sloth Poems
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Monadnoc, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music...
Voluntaries, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I
Low and mournful be the strain,
Haugh...
To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...
To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...
Georgic I, by Virgil
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
The Praise of Firmness, by Bhartrhari
The gods with priceless jewels were not bought,...
Cleodamus and Myrson, by Bion of Smyrna
CLEODAMUS. MYRSON. CLEODAMUS.
What sweet for ...
Dead Low Tide, by Edith Matilda Thomas
It is dead low tide, and the wasted sea beats ...
Peace, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Much I desired when Youth did fire my veins,
...
Dream Music, by Edward Robeson Taylor
O spirit mine, arouse thee from a sleep
Which...
Moths, by Eliza Allen Starr
An india shawl--of texture wondrous fair,
Wro...
Restlessness, by George Houghton
Weary with waiting, we climb to the hill-tops ...
The Winter Court at Nidaros, by George Houghton
Long were the night-times on that slip of shore...
In Quest of Summer, by Horace G. Groser
So long the rain-clouds saddening lay
Across t...
Oh What a Wonder the Palaced Path of Lazy Thought, by Prabhath Avadhanula
Oh what a wonder the palaced path of lazy thoug...
Monotropa, by Rose Terry Cooke
Loves serene, uncarnate Graces!
Born of pure ...
The Window, by Stéphane Mallarmé
TIRED of the fetid smell that climbs and sticks...