The Italian in England, by Robert Browning
That second time they hunted me
From hill to ...
Worm Poems
The Fruit Shop, by Amy Lowell
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,
High-wai...
Miscast I, by Amy Lowell
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Dama...
Sunshine Through a Cobwebbed Window, by Amy Lowell
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapes...
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
...
The Book of Thel, by William Blake
I The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round thei...
A Dream, by William Blake
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-g...
Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
The Sick Rose, by William Blake
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
...
Tiriel, by William Blake
1 And Aged Tiriel. Stood before the Gates of ...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Come the Spring, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
The hay-barn could tell many a story;
resplen...
The Refuge of Beauty, by Clark Ashton Smith
From regions of the sun's half-dreamt decay,
...
Georgic III, by Virgil
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...
Atlantis, by Amanda Theodocia Jones
PRELUDE I If earth's lost youth thou ha...
Corsica, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Hail, generous Corsica! Unconquered isle!
The...
An Inventory of the Furniture in Dr. Priestley's Study, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
A map of every country known,
With not a foot...
The Mouse's Petition, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Oh! Hear a pensive captive's prayer,
For libe...
The Best and Worst Nail in the Ark, by Arthur Guiterman
Now this is the story (and all of ye hark!)
Of...
Laus Virginitatis, by Arthur Symons
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,
O ...
The Rose, by C. B. Langston
The rose--the rose of matchless grace!
That be...
Solitude, by C. B. Langston
Tell me what 'tis to be alone?
It is when dear...
To a Butterfly, by C. B. Langston
Thou gaudy insect! Fickle wanderer!
Thou art a...
To a Spider, by C. B. Langston
Weave on, poor insect! Weave on still,
Thy s...