Tod Poems

Tod Poems

A Face, by Robert Browning

If one could have that little head of hers
Pa...

The Agreeable Surprise, by Catullus

There's not a joy we have so strong,
As when...

To the Same Flower, by William Wordsworth

Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie ...

The Waterfall and the Eglantine, by William Wordsworth

I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exc...

We Are Seven, by William Wordsworth

A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath...

The Angel, by William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that ...

The Tiger, by William Blake

Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of...

Awakening from Sleep on a Spring Day, by Li Bai

Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day l...

By the Great Wall, by Li Bai

I Came the barbarian horde with the autumn;
...

The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With ...

Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said...

Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou...

On His Blindness, by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half...

A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but ...

The Universal Prayer, by Alexander Pope

Father of all! In every age,
In every clime ...

Halloween, by Arthur Peterson

Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon w...

The Days After, by Diana Richardson

I wake in darkness
My eyes adjust to see the ...

Little Rabbit, by Douglas Gibson

Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...

She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night, by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloud...

Breathing, by Palladas

Breathing the thin breath through our nostrils,...

Solitude, by Ramesh Dohan

If you stay at home long enough
a wonderful t...

The Dancer, by Saadi

From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...

Silence, by Saadi

From the Gulistan To the ignorant man nothing ...

Beauty Eternal, by Teresa Hooley

To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of ...

Love Asleep, by Plato

We reached the grove's deep shadow and there fo...