Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Tortoise Poems
A Dream of Fair Women, by Alfred Tennyson
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
...
Maid of Wu, by Li Bai
Wine of the grapes,
Goblets of gold--
And a ...
Georgic II, by Virgil
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
The Praise of Self-respect and Valour, by Bhartrhari
Worn with hunger, faint and feeble, shorn of ...
The Naturalist, by Edith Matilda Thomas
He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
The Tortoise in Eternity, by Elinor Wylie
Within my house of patterned horn
I sleep in s...
Pictures of the Past, by Robert McIntyre
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...