The Conqueror Worm, by Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome lat...
Worm Poems
Ulalume, by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leav...
Astraea, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and qu...
Compensation, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The wings of Time are black and white,
Pied w...
Initial, Daemonic and Celestial Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I. THE INITIAL LOVE Venus, when her son was l...
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Nature, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I A subtle chain of countless rings
The next ...
The Cow in Apple Time, by Robert Frost
SOMETHING inspires the only cow of late
To mak...
Fiary Land II , by William Shakespeare
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
...
Song of the Witches: Double, double toil and trouble , by William Shakespeare
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn an...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
A Dirge, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy...
A Dream of Fair Women, by Alfred Tennyson
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
...
Geraint and Enid, by Alfred Tennyson
O purblind race of miserable men,
How many am...
Guinevere, by Alfred Tennyson
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
T...
The Last Tournament, by Alfred Tennyson
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
H...
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...
Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...
Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...
Sonnet to J. M. K., by Alfred Tennyson
My hope and heart is with thee--thou wilt be
A...
The Two Voices, by Alfred Tennyson
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art ...
The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson
1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A...