Poetry

Sleeping By  Emily Dickinson A long, long sleep, a famous sleep     That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, —      An independ…

Kaa's Hunting By  Rudyard Kipling His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. Be clean, for the strength of the …

The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart By William Butler Yeats All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry o…

Athenian By  Gilbert Parker Your voice I knew, its cadences and thrill; It stilled the tumult and the overthrow When Athens trembled to the people’s …

Quiquern By  Rudyard Kipling The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow —  They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white …

The Mirror By  Frank Oliver Call Your mirror, love, reflects your smile     As morn-flushed skies the coming dawn, But oh, how blank the weary while …

Tiger-Tiger! By  Rudyard Kipling What of the hunting, hunter bold?     Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill?     …

Good Enough By  C. J. Dennis I do not think there ever was,     Or ever will, or ever could be, A little girl or little boy     As good as she or as …

The Spring Running By  Rudyard Kipling Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!     He that was our Brother goes away. Hear, now, and j…

Written on the Blank Leaf of my Poems, Presented to an Old Sweetheart then Married By  Robert Burns Once fondly lov’d and still remember’d dear;     …

On the Death of a Lapdog, Named Echo By  Robert Burns In wood and wild, ye warbling throng,     Your heavy loss deplore; Now half extinct your powers…

The Poet By Rainer Maria Rilke You Hour! From me you ever take your flight, Your swift wings wound me as they whir along; Without you …

Now Close the Windows By  Robert Lee Frost Now close the windows and hush all the fields;     If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is s…

Toomai of the Elephants By  Rudyard Kipling I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain.     I will remember my old strength and all my f…

On William Smellie By  Robert Burns Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came, The old cock’d hat, the gray surtout, the same; His bristling beard jus…

Fragmentary Blue By  Robert Lee Frost Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or op…

At Sea By  Gilbert Parker Through the round window above, the deep palpable blue,     The wan bright moon, and the sweet stinging breath of the sea; …

Angels By  Emily Dickinson Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong? A…

The Sea of Sunset By  Emily Dickinson This is the land the sunset washes, These are the banks of the Yellow Sea; Where it rose, or whither it rushes,…

Mine By  Emily Dickinson Mine by the right of the white election! Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison Bars cannot conceal!…