Snake Poems

Snake Poems

Initial, Daemonic and Celestial Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I. THE INITIAL LOVE Venus, when her son was l...

Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole pa...

The Axe-Helve, by Robert Frost

I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of al...

Mowing, by Robert Frost

THERE was never a sound beside the wood but one...

The Onset, by Robert Frost

ALWAYS the same, when on a fated night
At las...

Paul's Wife, by Robert Frost

To drive Paul out of any lumber camp
All that ...

Witches Chant (From Macbeth) , by William Shakespeare

Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones e...

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, by Walt Whitman

1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face...

Europe [The 72nd and 73rd Years of These States], by Walt Whitman

Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the...

Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps, by Walt Whitman

1 Rise O days from your fathomless deeps, ti...

Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...

Song of the Banner at Daybreak, by Walt Whitman

        Poet:
O A new son...

Fort Fuentes, by William Wordsworth

Dread hour! When, upheaved by war's sulphurous...

Could I Outwear My Present State of Woe, by Alfred Tennyson

Could I outwear my present state of woe
With o...

The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson

From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...

Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson

A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...

The Mermaid, by Alfred Tennyson

1 Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alo...

The Palid Thunderstricken Sigh for Gain, by Alfred Tennyson

The palid thunderstricken sigh for gain,
Down...

Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...

Snap-Dragon, by D. H. Lawrence

SHE bade me follow to her garden, where
The m...

Rattlesnake Mountain Dialogue, by Maxwell Bodenheim

RATTLE-SNAKE MOUNTAIN
Every night the sky grip...

Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Rounded to a wide eyed clownishness
Crowned by...

Bad Dreams: III, by Robert Browning

THIS was my dream: I saw a Forest
Old as the e...

The Italian in England, by Robert Browning

That second time they hunted me
From hill to ...