The City in the Sea, by Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a s...
Tod Poems
Dreamland, by Edgar Allan Poe
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by il...
Dreams, by Edgar Allan Poe
Oh! That my young life were a lasting dream!
...
Romance, by Edgar Allan Poe
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With dr...
Silence, by Edgar Allan Poe
There are some qualities some incorporate thing...
Spirits of the Dead, by Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark t...
To One in Paradise, by Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which m...
The Valley of Unrest, by Edgar Allan Poe
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people...
Forbearance, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
...
The Informing Spirit, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I There is no great and no small
To the Soul...
Nemesis, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Already blushes on thy cheek
The bosom though...
The Past, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The F...
Politics, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Gold and iron are good
To buy iron and gold; ...
Promise, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
In countless upward-striving waves
The moon-d...
Seashore, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say...
Song of Nature, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of ...
Two Rivers, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the ...
The Quality Of Mercy , by William Shakespeare
The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It dropp...
Sparkles from the Wheel, by Walt Whitman
Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the l...
Tears, by Walt Whitman
Tears! Tears! Tears!
In the night, in solitu...
The Fountain, by William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affect...
The Oak and the Broom, by William Wordsworth
I
His simple truths did Andrew glean
Be...
The Sun Has Long Been Set, by William Wordsworth
The sun has long been set,
The stars are out...
The Waterfall and the Eglantine, by William Wordsworth
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Ex...
In Autumn, by Paul Verlaine
Violins of Autumn sobbing
Deep and lo...