Each and All, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked ...
Sparrow 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...
Our Singing Strength, by Robert Frost
IT snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm
T...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
A Farewell, by William Wordsworth
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,...
The Sparrow's Nest, by William Wordsworth
Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright...
Mariana, by Alfred Tennyson
"Mariana in the moated grange." --Measure for...
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...
Wall Street at Night, by Lola Ridge
Long vast shapes.. Cooled and flushed through w...
Youth and Art, by Robert Browning
It once might have been, once only:
We lodge...
Elegy on Lesbia's Sparrow, by Catullus
Loves and Graces mourn with me,
Mourn, fair ...
Lesbia's Sparrow, by Catullus
Sparrow, that art my darling's pet--
My darli...
Variations: V, by Conrad Aiken
From the cold fountain's sunlit lip
A shining ...
The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
A Farewell, by William Wordsworth
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,...
The Sparrow's Nest, by William Wordsworth
Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright...
The Blossom, by William Blake
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
...
A Summer Night, by Andrew Downing
The warm, long day is ended,
The cooler nigh...
The Chain of Life is Perfect, by Ardelia Cotton Barton
Oh, take this pansy blossom,
And study well ...
Tarot, by Bernard McEvoy
(An Artistic and Ephemeral Publication) Shot a...
Homeward, by Caroline Spencer
It is the time when birds are calling,
Each t...
Sweet Bells Jangled Out of Tune, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
OPHELIA IN HAMLET. Adown the soft meadow, the...
Alms, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My heart is what it was before,
A house where...
Passer Mortuus Est, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
DEATH devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with ...