The Snow-Storm, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arr...
Swan Poems
The Phoenix And The Turtle , by William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabi...
Proud Music of the Storm, by Walt Whitman
1 Proud music of the storm,
Blast that care...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Fort...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
The Dying Swan, by Alfred Tennyson
1 The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Wid...
Eleänore, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Thy dark eyes open'd not,
Nor first revea...
The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
Lancelot and Elaine, by Alfred Tennyson
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
Morte d'Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Amo...
The Palace of Art, by Alfred Tennyson
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Wherei...
The Passing of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First...
Mother, by Lola Ridge
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh thi...
Sons of Belial, by Lola Ridge
I We are old,
Old as song.
Before Rome was
...
To George Sand: A Desire, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man,...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Fort...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Georgic II, by Virgil
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
On the Occasion of My Lover's Celibacy, by Chocolate Waters
The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
T...
Bruges, by Ernest Raynaud
O THING of Spain in Flanders left behind,
O i...