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Edward Lear A Was Once an Apple Pie A was once an apple pie, Pidy, Widy
Henry Francis Lyte Abide with Me Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;
Walt Whitman Aboard at a Ship's Helm Aboard at a ship's helm, a young steersman steering with care
Leigh Hunt Abou Ben Adhem Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) awoke one night from a deep dream of peace
Hilda Conkling About My Dreams Now the flowers are all folded
Hilda Conkling About My Dreams The babies that have no mothers any more.
Paul Laurence Dunbar Absence Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee
Paul Laurence Dunbar Accountability Folks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits
Percy Bysshe Shelley Adonais I weep for Adonais—he is dead
Cecil Frances Alexander The Adoration of the Wise Men Saw you never in the twilight, when the sun had left the skies
Hilda Conkling Adventure I went slowly through the wood of shadows
William Shakespeare Adversity Sweet are the uses of adversity,
William Blake Advice of the Popes Who Succeeded the Age of Raphael Degrade first the Arts if you'd Mankind degrade
Paul Laurence Dunbar After a Visit I be'n down in ole Kentucky
Robert Frost After Apple-picking My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Alfred Noyes After Rain Listen! On sweetening air
Paul Laurence Dunbar After the Quarrel So we, who've supped the self-same cup
Thomas Bailey Aldrich After the Rain The rain has ceased, and in my room
William Makepeace Thackeray After the Storm And when,—its force expended, the harmless storm was ended
Paul Laurence Dunbar After While I think that though the clouds be dark
Edna St. Vincent Millay Afternoon on a Hill I will be the gladdest thing
Michael Drayton Agincourt Fair stood the wind for France
William Blake Ah! Sun-flower Ah, sunflower, weary of time, who countest the steps of the sun
James Russell Lowell Aladdin When I was a beggarly boy
Percy Bysshe Shelley Alastor Earth, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood!
Paul Laurence Dunbar Alice Know you, winds that blow your course
William Wordsworth Alice Fell, or, Poverty The post-boy drove with fierce career,
Anonymous Alison Bytuene Mershe ant Averil
Anonymous All Busy The cock's on the house-top, blowing his horn;
Walter de la Mare All But Blind All but blind in his chambered hole gropes for worms the four-clawed Mole
Christina Georgina Rossetti All the Bells Were Ringing All the bells were ringing, and all the birds were singing
John Keble All Things Bright and Beautiful All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small
Cecil Frances Alexander All Things Bright and Beautiful All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small
John Greenleaf Whittier All's Well The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake
Sir Walter Scott Allen-a-Dale Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning
Walter de la Mare Alone A very old woman lives in yon house.
Richard Edwardes Amantium Irae In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept
Samuel Francis Smith America My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
Joseph Rodman Drake The American Flag When Freedom from her mountain height
Beatrix Potter An Amiable Guinea-Pig There once was an amiable guinea-pig
Robert Browning Among the Rocks Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth
Anonymous An Ancient Christmas Carol He came all so still, where His mother was,
Lord Byron And Thou Art Dead And thou art dead, as young and fair
Robert Browning Andrea del Sarto But do not let us quarrel any more
William Blake The Angel I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
Samuel Lover The Angel's Whisper A baby was sleeping; its mother was weeping;
Christina Georgina Rossetti Angels Angels at the foot
Charles Lamb Anger Anger in its time and place
Henry van Dyke The Angler's Reveille What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night,
Christopher Morley Animal Crackers Animal crackers and cocoa to drink
Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea
William Douglas Annie Laurie Maxwelton braes are bonnie where early fa's the dew
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Answer to a Child's Question Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
Anonymous The Ant and the Cricket A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing
Paul Laurence Dunbar An Ante-Bellum Sermon We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs
William Cullen Bryant The Antiquity of Freedom O Freedom! thou art not, as poets dream
Lord Byron Apostrophe to the Ocean Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Robert Browning Apparitions Such a starved bank of moss, till, that May-morn,
Sir Thomas Wyatt The Appeal And wilt thou leave me thus! Say nay, say nay, for shame!
Hilda Conkling The Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree Down in the depths of the sea
Beatrix Potter Appley Dapply Appley Dapply, a little brown mouse
J. B. Gustafson April My name is April, sir, and I often laugh, as often cry;
Anonymous April When April was asked whether she could bring reliable weather
Sara Teasdale April The roofs are shining from the rain,
Ralph Waldo Emerson April and May April cold with dropping rain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow An April Day When the warm sun, that brings, seedtime and harvest, has returned again,
Emily Huntington Miller April Fools Shy little pansies tucked away to sleep
Robert Loveman April Rain It isn't raining rain to me,
William Shakespeare Ariel's Song Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands
William Shakespeare Ariel's Song from The Tempest Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
Robert Louis Stevenson Armies in the Fire The lamps now glitter down the street
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
James Montgomery Arnold von Winkelried "Make way for liberty!" he cried,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Arsenal at Springfield This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
Emily Dickinson As Children Bid the Guest Goodnight As children bid the guest good-night, and then reluctant turn,
Anonymous As Joseph Was A-Walking AS Joseph was a-walking
Alfred Lord Tennyson Ask Me No More Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
Rudyard Kipling An Astrologer's Song To the Heavens above us O look and behold
Rudyard Kipling At His Execution I am made all things to all men—Hebrew, Roman, and Greek—
Robert Louis Stevenson At the Sea-Side When I was down beside the sea a wooden spade they gave to me
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
William Makepeace Thackeray At the Zoo First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black
William Blake From Auguries of Innocence To see a world in a grain of sand
James Ferguson Auld Daddy Darkness Auld Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole
Robert Burns Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Robert Louis Stevenson Auntie's Skirts Whenever Auntie moves around her dresses make a curious sound
            illustrated by Myrtle Sheldon
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Emily Dickinson Autumn The morns are meeker than they were,
Edmund Spenser Autumn Then came the autumn all in yellow clad
Robert Louis Stevenson Autumn Fires In the other gardens, and all up the vale,
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Anonymous An Autumn Riddle I know a little creature in a green bed,
Hilda Conkling Autumn Song I made a ring of leaves on the autumn grass:
John Greenleaf Whittier Autumn Thoughts Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers
Percy Bysshe Shelley Autumn—A Dirge The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
Jeremiah Eames Rankin The Babie Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes
Hugh Miller The Babie Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes
George MacDonald The Baby Where did you come from, baby dear?
Christina Georgina Rossetti Baby Baby cry—Oh fie!—
Theodore Tilton Baby Bye Baby Bye, here's a fly
Lydia Avery Coonley Ward Baby Corn A happy mother stalk of corn held close a baby ear
Edith Nesbit Baby Seed Song Little brown seed, oh! little brown brother
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Baby's Cradle A baby's cradle with no baby in it
Christina Georgina Rossetti Baby's Riches My baby has a father and a mother
Edna St. Vincent Millay Baccalaureate Hymn Thou great offended God of love and kindness
Geoffrey Chaucer Balade Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere
Paul Laurence Dunbar Ballad I know my love is true, and oh the day is fair
Violo Roseboro A Ballad for a Boy When George the Third was reigning, a hundred years ago
Alfred Noyes Ballad of Old Japan In old Japan, by creek and bay
Rudyard Kipling The Ballad of the "Clampherdown" It was our war-ship Clampherdown
Richard Garnett The Ballad of the Boat The stream was smooth as glass; we said, "Arise, and let's away!"
Edna St. Vincent Millay The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver "Son," said my mother, when I was knee-high
Sara Teasdale A Ballad of Two Knights Two knights rode forth at early dawn
Anonymous Balow Balow my babe, lie still and sleep!
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Banjo Song Oh, dere's lots o' keer an' trouble
Robert Burns The Banks o' Doon Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
Robert Burns Bannockburn Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled
John Greenleaf Whittier Barbara Frietchie Up from the meadows rich with corn
James Whitcomb Riley A Barefoot Boy A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play—
John Greenleaf Whittier The Barefoot Boy Blessings on thee, little man
Sir Philip Sidney The Bargain My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Sydney Lanier Barnacles My soul is sailing through the sea
Alfred Noyes The Barrel-Organ There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
Alfred Noyes From The Barrel-Organ There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
Sara Teasdale Barter Life has loveliness to sell
Julia Ward Howe Battle Hymn of the Republic Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
Robert Southey The Battle of Blenheim It was a summer's evening
Thomas Campbell The Battle of the Baltic Of Nelson and the North sing the glorious day's renown
William Cowper Beau's Reply Sir, when I flew to seize the bird in spite of your command
Jane Taylor Beautiful Things Beautiful faces are those that wear
Anthony Munday Beauty Bathing Beauty sat bathing by a spring
Alfred Noyes Beauty in Darkness Beauty in darkness, ivory-white
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet I
Fair is my Love and cruel as she's fair
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet II
My spotless love hovers with purest wings
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet III
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet IV
When men shall find thy flow'r, thy glory, pass
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet V
Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet VI
I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read
Samuel Daniel Beauty, Time, and Love
Sonnet VII
Let others sing of Knights and Paladines
Emily Dickinson Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
Robert Louis Stevenson Bed in Summer In winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle-light
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Lord Rosslyn Bed-Time 'Tis bed-time; say your hymn, and bid "Good night"
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Bee and the Flower The bee buzzed up in the heat
Emily Dickinson The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly;
Walter de la Mare The Bees' Song Thousandz of thornz there be
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Before the Rain We knew it would rain, for all the morn
Rudyard Kipling From The Beginning of the Armadillos I've never sailed the Amazon
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Bell I love thy music, mellow bell
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Bells "Ding a ding," the sweet bells sing
Edgar Allan Poe The Bells Hear the sledges with the bells—Silver Bells
Hilda Conkling Bells There is going to be the sound of bells
Edgar Allan Poe From The Bells Hear the sledges with the bells—Silver Bells
John Greenleaf Whittier Benedicite God's love and peace be with thee, where
Alexander Scott A Bequest of His Heart Hence, heart, with her that must depart
Walter de la Mare Berries There was an old woman went blackberry picking
Elizabeth Barrett Browning The Best Thing in the World What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled
Anonymous Bethlehem A little child, a shining star
Felicia Dorothea Hemans The Better Land "I hear thee speak of a better land,
Paul Laurence Dunbar Beyond the Years Beyond the years the answer lies
Juliana Horatia Ewing Big Smith Are you a Giant, great big man, or is your real name Smith?
Anonymous Bimble, Bamble, Bumble There was an old woman who rode on a broom,
Robert Frost Birches When I see birches bend to left and right
Emily Dickinson A Bird Came Down the Walk A bird came down the walk: he did not know I saw
Hilda Conkling Bird of Paradise I was walking in a meadow of Paradise
Laura E. Richards Bird Song The robin sings of willow-buds
Anonymous A Bird's Experience I lived first in a little house and lived there very well;
Edith Nesbit Bird's Song in Spring The silver birch is a dainty lady, she wears a satin gown
Mary Mapes Dodge Birdies with Broken Wings Birdies with broken wings, hide from each other
Mary Howitt Birds in Summer How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Robert Browning Bishop Blougram's Apology No more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Blackbird O blackbird! sing me something well:
Laurence Alma-Tadema A Blessing for the Blessed When the sun has left the hill-top and the daisy fringe is furled
Edna St. Vincent Millay Blight Hard seeds of hate I planted
Colley Cibber The Blind Boy O, say, what is that thing called Light
Christina Georgina Rossetti Blind from My Birth Blind from my birth, where flowers are springing
John Godfrey Saxe The Blind Men and the Elephant It was six men of Indostan to learning much inclined
Robert Louis Stevenson Block City What are you able to build with your blocks?
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
William Blake The Blossom Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green
William Shakespeare The Blossom On a day—alack the day!—
Hilda Conkling Blossoms The blossoms will be gone in the winter:
William Shakespeare Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Blow, blow thou winter wind
Anonymous Blow, Northern Wind Ichot a burde in boure bryht
Anonymous Blow, Wind, Blow Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
William Allingham Blowing Bubbles See the pretty planet! Floating sphere!
Robert Henryson The Bludy Serk This hinder yeir I hard be tald
Francis Miles Finch The Blue and the Gray By the flow of the inland river whence the fleets of iron have fled
Hilda Conkling Blue Grass Blue grass flowering in the field
Susan Hartley Swett The Blue Jay O Blue Jay up in the maple-tree
Rudyard Kipling Blue Roses Roses red and roses white
Anonymous The Bluebell of Scotland Oh where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone?
Robert Frost Blueberries You ought to have seen what I saw on my way to the village, through Patterson's pasture to-day
Hilda Conkling Bluebird Oh bluebird with light red breast,
Emily Huntington Miller The Bluebird I know the song that the bluebird is singing
Christina Georgina Rossetti Boats Sail on the Rivers Boats sail on the rivers, and ships sail on the seas
Christina Georgina Rossetti Bob Cherry Playing at bob cherry, Tom and Nell and Hugh
Anonymous Bobby Shafto Bobby Shafto's gone to sea, with silver buckles on his knee,
Clinton Scollard Bobolink Bobolink, he is here!, spink-a-chink!
Robert Frost Bond and Free Love has earth to which she clings
Sir Walter Scott The Bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee To the Lords o' Convention 't was Claver'se who spoke
Margaret Johnson A Bonny Boat One, two, three! A bonny boat I see
Emily Dickinson A Book There is no frigate like a book
Robert Browning Boot and Saddle Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Border Ballad Oh, I haven't got long to live, for we all
Eugene Field The Bottle-Tree A Bottle-Tree bloometh in Winkyway land
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Bow That Bridges Heaven Boats sail on the rivers and ships sail on the seas
Anonymous Bow-Wow-Wow Bow-wow-wow! It's the great watch dog.
William Allingham The Boy The Boy from his bedroom window look'd over the little town
Ann Taylor The Boy and the Sheep "Lazy sheep, pray tell me why in the pleasant field you lie
Rudyard Kipling A Boy Scouts' Patrol Song These are our  regulations
Anonymous The Boy Who Never Told a Lie Once there was a little boy, with curly hair and pleasant eye
James Hogg A Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep
Emily Dickinson The Brain Is Wider Than the Sky The Brain—is wider than the Sky—For—put them side by side
Christina Georgina Rossetti Bread and Milk for Breakfast Bread and milk for breakfast and woolen frocks to wear
Alfred Lord Tennyson Break, Break, Break Break, break, break, on thy cold gray stones, O sea!
John Greenleaf Whittier The Brewing of Soma The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
George Chapman Bridal Song O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
Jean Ingelow The Brides of Enderby The old mayor climb'd the belfry tower
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Bridge I stood on the bridge at midnight, as the clocks were striking the hour
John Keats Bright Star! Would I Were Steadfast Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Rudyard Kipling The Broken Men For things we never mention
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Brook I chatter over stony ways, in little sharps and trebles
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Brook I come from haunts of coot and hern,
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Brook I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river
Hilda Conkling The Brook and Its Children "O brook, running down your mossy way,
James Whitcomb Riley The Brook Song Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look
Lucy Larcom The Brown Thrush There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree,
Robert Frost Brown's Descent Brown lived at such a lofty farm
Christina Georgina Rossetti Brownie Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Builders All are architects of Fate
Anonymous Bumble-Bee and Clover Came a roaring bumble-bee, pockets full of money
James Whitcomb Riley The Bumblebee You better not fool with a Bumblebee!
John B. Tabb A Bunch of Roses The rosy mouth and rosy toe of little baby brother
Walter de la Mare Bunches of Grapes "Bunches of grapes," says Timothy:
Charles Wolfe The Burial of Sir John Moore Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Juliana Horatia Ewing The Burial of the Linnet Found in the garden dead in his beauty—
Robert Southwell The Burning Babe As I in hoary winter's night
Anonymous Buttercup What makes the buttercup so yellow?
Eugene Field Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-Me-Not Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-Me-Not—these three bloomed in a garden spot
Mary Howitt Buttercups and Daisies Buttercups and daisies, oh, the pretty flowers
Alfred Noyes Butterflies Sun-child, as you watched the rain
Hilda Conkling Butterfly Butterfly, I like the way you wear your wings.
Hilda Conkling Butterfly As I walked through my garden I saw a butterfly light on a flower.
William Lisle Bowles The Butterfly and the Bee Methought I heard a butterfly say to a labouring bee
Rudyard Kipling From The Butterfly That Stamped There was never a Queen like Balkis
Emily Dickinson The Butterfly's Day From Cocoon forth a Butterfly, as Lady from her Door.
Thomas Moore By Bendemeer's Stream There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream,
Reginald Heber By Cool Siloam's Shady Rill By cool Siloam's shady rill how sweet the lily grows!
Hilda Conkling By Lake Champlain I was bare as a leaf
Robert Browning By the Fire-Side How well I know what I mean to do
Paul Laurence Dunbar By the Stream By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass
Edward Lear Calico Pie Calico Pie, the little Birds fly
Alfred Noyes The Call of the Spring Come choose your road and away, my lad
Lydia H. Sigourney The Camel's Nose Once in his shop a workman wrought with languid head and listless thought
Anonymous The Campbells Are Comin' The Campbells are comin', Oho, Oho,
Christina Georgina Rossetti Can't Seldom "can't," seldom "don't"
William Wilfred Campbell A Canadian Folk-Song The doors are shut, the windows fast
Elizabeth Turner The Canary Mary had a little bird
Frederick Marryat The Captain Stood on the Carronade The Captain stood on the carronade—"First lieutenant," says he
James T. Fields The Captain's Daughter We were crowded in the cabin
John Lyly Cards and Kisses Cupid and my Campasbe played
John Masefield Cargoes Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
William Canton Carol When the herds were watching
William Morris Carol Outlanders, whence come ye last>
Kenneth Grahame Carol Villagers all, this frosty tide
Anonymous Carol of the Birds Whence comes this rush of wings afar
Elizabeth Barrett Browning From Casa Guidi Windows I heard last night a little child go singing
Felicia Dorothea Hemans Casabianca The boy stood on the burning deck, whence all but him had fled
Ernest Lawrence Thayer Casey at the Bat The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day
Grantland Rice Casey's Revenge There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Castle-Builder A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks
Rudyard Kipling From The Cat That Walked by Himself Pussy can sit by the fire and sing
Anonymous The Caterpillar I creep upon the ground, and the children say,
Anonymous The Caterpillar A tired caterpillar went to sleep one day
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Caterpillar Brown and furry caterpillar in a hurry
Walter Thornbury The Cavalier's Escape Trample! trample! went the roan
Edmund Clarence Stedman The Cavalry Charge Our good steeds snuff the evening air
Anonymous The Centipede's Dilemma A centipede was happy quite
Robert Herrick Ceremonies for Christmas Come, bring with a noise my merry, merry boys
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Challenge of Thor I am the God Thor, I am the War God,
Oliver Wendell Holmes The Chambered Nautilus This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign
Hilda Conkling The Champlain Sandman The Sandman comes pattering across the Bay:
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Change Has Come The change has come, and Helen sleeps
Paul Laurence Dunbar Changing Time The cloud looked in at the window
Sydney Dobell A Chanted Calendar First came the primrose, on the bank high,
Celia Thaxter Chanticleer I wake! I feel the day is near
Katherine Tynan Hinkson Chanticleer Of all the birds from East to West
William Wordsworth A Character I marvel how Nature could ever find space
William Wordsworth Character of the Happy Warrior Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he that every man in arms should wish to be?
William Wordsworth Characteristics of a Child Three Years Old Loving she is, and tractable, though wild;
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Charge of the Light Brigade Half a league, half a league, half a league onward
Henry Johnstone A Charm To Call Sleep Sleep, Sleep, come to me, Sleep
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Chaucer An old man in a lodge within a park
Anonymous Cherries Under the trees, the farmer said, smiling and shaking his wise old head
Hilda Conkling Cherries Are Ripe The cherry tree is red now;
Christina Georgina Rossetti Cherry-Tree Mother shake the cherry-tree
Anonymous The Chestnut Burr A wee little nut lay deep in its nest
Hilda Conkling Chickadee The chickadee in the appletree
Phoebe Cary The Chicken's Mistake A little downy chicken one day asked leave to go on the water
John B. Tabb The Child Long, long before the Babe could speak
Eugene Field Child and Mother O Mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand
"A" The Child and the Fairies The woods are full of fairies! the trees are all alive
Sabine Baring-Gould Child's Evening Prayer Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh,
"A" A Child's Fancy O little flowers, you love me so, you could not do without me
Robert Burns A Child's Grace Some hae meat and canna eat
Algernon Charles Swinburne A Child's Laughter All the bells of heaven may ring, all the birds of heaven may sing
M. Betham Edwards A Child's Prayer God make my life a little light,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning A Child's Thought of God They say that God lives very high!
Lord Byron Childe Harold's Farewell to England Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children Come to me, O ye children!
Walter de la Mare The Children of Stare Winter is fallen early on the house of Stare
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight
Rudyard Kipling The Children's Song Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Chill What can lambkins do, all the keen night through?
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper When my mother died I was very young,
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe!
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Choice They please me not—these solemn songs
Rudyard Kipling The Choice To the Judge of Right and Wrong
George Eliot The Choir Invisible O, may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again
George Eliot The Choir Invisible O, may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again
Charles Lamb Choosing a Name I have got a new-born sister
John Greenleaf Whittier The Christian Slave A Christian! going, gone!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Christmas Bells I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old, familiar carols play
James Russell Lowell A Christmas Carol "What means this glory round our feet,"
Anonymous A Christmas Carol God bless the master of this house
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Christmas Carol In the bleak mid-winter, Frosty wind made moan,
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Christmas Carol Before the paling of the stars
Sara Teasdale Christmas Carol The Kings they came from out the South
G. K. Chesterton A Christmas Carol The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap
James Russell Lowell A Christmas Carol "What means this glory round our feet"
Robert Herrick Christmas Carol What sweeter music can we bring
Josiah Gilbert Holland A Christmas Carol There's a song in the air! There's a star in the sky!
George MacDonald The Christmas Child "Little one, who straight hast come
George MacDonald Christmas Day and Every Day Star high, Baby low
Eliza Cook The Christmas Holly The holly! the holly! oh, twine it with bay
Eugene Field Christmas Hymn Sing, Christmas bells!
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Christmas Hymn Love came down at Christmas
Alfred Domett A Christmas Hymn It was the calm and silent night!
John Addington Symonds A Christmas Lullaby Sleep, baby, sleep! The Mother sings
Margaret Deland The Christmas Silence Hushed are the pigeons cooing low on dusty rafters of the loft
Eugene Field Christmas Song Why do bells for Christmas ring?
Lydia Avery Coonley Ward Christmas Song Why do bells for Christmas ring?
Richard Watson Gilder The Christmas Tree in the Nursery With wild surprise four great eyes
Robert Frost Christmas Trees The city had withdrawn into itself
Mary F. Butts The Christmas Trees There's a stir among the trees
Mary Emily Bradley A Chrysalis My little Mädchen found one day
Alfred Lord Tennyson Circumstance Two children in two neighbor villages
Rudyard Kipling Cities and Thrones and Powers Cities and Thrones and Powers stand in Time's eye
Alfred Lord Tennyson The City Child Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander?
Christina Georgina Rossetti The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse The city mouse lives in a house—the garden mouse lives in a bower
Amy Lowell The City of Falling Leaves Leaves fall, brown leaves, yellow leaves streaked with brown
Christina Georgina Rossetti A City Plum A city plum is not a plum
Edna St. Vincent Millay City Trees The trees along this city street
Charles and Mary Lamb Cleanliness Come, my little Robert, near—fie what filthy hands are here!
Walt Whitman A Clear Midnight This is thy hour, O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless
Christina Georgina Rossetti Clever Little Willie Clever little Willie wee, bright-eyed, blue-eyed little fellow
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble 'Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care
Percy Bysshe Shelley The Cloud I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
Sara Teasdale The Cloud I am a cloud in the heaven's height,
Percy Bysshe Shelley From The Cloud I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
Hilda Conkling Clouds The clouds were gray all day.
Frank Dempster Sherman Clouds The sky is full of clouds to-day
Anonymous The Clucking Hen "Will you take a walk with me, my little wife, to-day?
Anonymous Cock Robin's Death Who killed Cock Robin?
Sara Teasdale The Coin Into my heart's treasury, I slipped a coin
Rudyard Kipling Cold Iron "Gold is for the mistress—silver for the maid—
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Colored Soldiers If the muse were mine to tempt it
Anonymous Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, the home of the brave and the free
Paul Laurence Dunbar Columbian Ode Four hundred years ago a tangled waste
Joaquin Miller Columbus Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Anonymous Come Out to Play Girls and boys, come out to play, the moon is shining as bright as day:
Walter de la Mare Come! From an island of the sea sounds a voice that summons me
Anonymous The Coming of Spring The birds are coming home soon; I look for them every day;
Nora Perry The Coming of Spring There's something in the air that's new and sweet and rare
Hilda Conkling The Coming of the Great Bird A boy was watching the water
Paul Laurence Dunbar Comparison The sky of brightest gray seems dark
Paul Laurence Dunbar Compensation Because I had loved so deeply
Henry Howard Complaint of the Absence of Her Lover Being Upon the Sea O happy dames! that may embrace the fruit of your delight
William Wordsworth Composed Upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more fair
Sir Walter Raleigh The Conclusion Even such is Time, that takes in trust
Ralph Waldo Emerson Concord Hymn By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Confidence Uncle John, he makes me tired
Paul Laurence Dunbar Conscience and Remorse "Good-bye," I said to my conscience
Christina Georgina Rossetti Consider Consider the lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Constancy to an Ideal Object Since all that beat about in Nature's range
Edward Dyer Contentment My mind to me a kingdom is
Eugene Field Contentment Once on a time an old red hen
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Coquette Conquered Yes, my ha't's ez ha'd ez stone
James Gates Percival The Coral Grove Deep in the wave is a coral grove,
Robert Herrick Corinna Going a-Maying Get up, get up, for shame the blooming morn
John Greenleaf Whittier The Corn Song Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Mary Howitt Corn-Fields When on the breath of Autumn's breeze
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Corn-Stalk Fiddle When the corn's all cut and the bright stalks shine
Sir Walter Scott Coronach He is gone on the mountain,
Dorothy Wordsworth The Cottager to Her Infant The days are cold, the nights are long
Alfred Noyes Cotton-Wool Shun the brush and shun the pen
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Courtship of Miles Standish In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth, the land of the Pilgrims
Rudyard Kipling The Covenant We thought we ranked above the chance of ill
Robert Louis Stevenson The Cow The friendly cow all red and white,
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Frost The Cow in Apple Time Something inspires the only cow of late
Anna M. Wells The Cow-Boy's Song "Mooly cow, mooly cow, home from the wood they sent me to fetch you as fast as I could
Rudyard Kipling From The Crab That Played with the Sea China-going P.'s and O.'s pass Pau Amma's playground close
Anonymous Crabbed Age and Youth Crabbéd Age and Youth cannot live together
Martin Luther Cradle Hymn Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
Isaac Watts Cradle Hymn Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
Nicholas Breton A Cradle Song Come little babe, come silly soul
Thomas Dekker A Cradle Song Golden slumbers kiss your eyes
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Cradle Song Ere the moon begins to rise or a star to shine
William Blake A Cradle Song Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, dreaming in the joys of night;
Richard Watson Gilder Cradle Song In the embers shining bright
William Blake A Cradle Song Sweet dreams, form a shade, o'er my lovely infant's head!
Anonymous Cradle Song Sleep, baby, sleep, our cottage vale is deep;
Elizabeth Prentiss Cradle Song Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father's watching the sheep
James Whitcomb Riley Craqueodoom The Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon
Robert Service The Cremation of Sam McGee There are strange things done in the midnight sun
William Cowper The Cricket Little inmate, full of mirth, chirping on my kitchen hearth
Alfred Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, and one clear call for me!
William Cullen Bryant The Crowded Street Let us move slowly through the street
Charles Lamb Crumbs to the Birds A bird appears a thoughtless thing
William Blake The Crystal Cabinet The Maiden caught me in the wild
Anonymous Cuckoo Song Sumer is icumen in
Anderson Alexander Cuddle Doon The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Anonymous Cunning Bee Said a little wandering maiden to a bee with honey laden,
Walter de la Mare The Cupboard I know a little cupboard with a teeny tiny key
Leigh Hunt Cupid Drowned T'other day as I was twining
Thomas Moore Cupid Stung Cupid once upon a bed of roses laid his weary head;
Christina Georgina Rossetti Currants on a Bush Currants on a bush and figs upon a stem
Paul Laurence Dunbar Curtain Villain shows his indiscretion
Alfred Noyes Daddy Fell Into the Pond Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey
Christina Georgina Rossetti Daffadowndilly Growing in the vale by the uplands hilly
Katharine Tynan Hinkson Daffodil Who passes down the wintry street?
William Wordsworth The Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills,
Anonymous Daffy-Down-Dilly Daffy-Down-Dilly has come up to town
Christina Georgina Rossetti Daisies Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are
Bliss Carman Daisies Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
Frank Dempster Sherman Daisies At evening when I go to bed
Walt Whitman The Dalliance of the Eagles Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Anonymous Dame Duck's First Lecture on Education Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood of ducklings, small and callow;
Anonymous The Dandelion O dandelion, yellow as gold,
Nellie M. Garabrant Dandelion There's a dandy little fellow, who dresses all in yellow
Hilda Conkling Dandelion O little soldier with the golden helmet
Helen Gray Cone Dandelions Upon a showery night and still,
Edmund Spenser Daphnaida What ever man he be, whose heavie minde
Edmund Spenser From Daphnaida She fell away in her first ages spring
Edna St. Vincent Millay Daphne Why do you follow me?—Any moment I can be
Sara Teasdale Dawn The greenish sky glows up in misty reds,
Paul Laurence Dunbar Dawn An angel, robed in spotless white
Emily Dickinson Dawn Not knowing when the dawn will come
John Greenleaf Whittier A Day Talk not of sad November, when a day
Emily Dickinson A Day I'll tell you how the sun rose,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Day Is Done The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of Night,
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Day's Ration When I was born, from all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice
Percy Bysshe Shelley Daybreak Day had awakened all things that be,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Daybreak A wind came up out of the sea
Ralph Waldo Emerson Days Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Days Are Clear The days are clear, day after day
Anonymous The Days of the Month Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November;
Sarah Platt Greene De Sheepfol' De massa ob de sheepfol' dat guards de' sheepfol' bin
Paul Laurence Dunbar Deacon Jones' Grievance I've been watchin' of 'em, parson
Paul Laurence Dunbar Dead knock is at her door, but she is weak
Christina Georgina Rossetti Dead in the Cold Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush
"A" Deaf and Dumb He lies on the grass, looking up to the sky
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Dear Old Woman in the Lane The dear old woman in the lane Is sick and sore with pains and aches
Edna St. Vincent Millay The Death of Autumn When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes
Isaac McClellan The Death of Napoleon Wild was the night, yet a wilder night
William Cullen Bryant The Death of the Flowers The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Robert Frost The Death of the Hired Man Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Death of the Old Year Full knee-deep lies the winter snow
Alfred Noyes Dedication Thou whose deep ways are in the sea
John Keats Dedication Glory and loveliness have passed away
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Dejection: An Ode Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
Christina Georgina Rossetti Delight Roses blushing red and white
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Delinquent Goo'-by, Jinks, I got to hump
Edna St. Vincent Millay Departure It's little I care what path I take
Henry Howard Description of Spring The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Deserted House Life and Thought have gone away
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Deserted Plantation Oh, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah
Lord Byron The Destruction of Sennacherib The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold
Anonymous Devotion Fain would I change that note to which fond Love hath charm'd me
Hilda Conkling The Dew-Light The Dew-man comes over the mountains wide
Frank Dempster Sherman A Dewdrop Little drop of dew, like a gem you are;
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Diamond or a Coal? A diamond or a coal? A diamond, if you please:
Beatrix Potter Diggory, Diggory Delvet Diggory, Diggory Delvet! A little old man in black velvet
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Dilettante: A Modern Type He scribbles some in prose and verse
Paul Laurence Dunbar Dinah Kneading Dough I have seen full many a sight
Eugene Field The Dinky Bird In an ocean, 'way out yonder (As all sapinet people know)
Paul Laurence Dunbar Dirge Place this bunch of mignonette
G. W. Thornbury Dirge on the Death of Oberon, the Fairy King Toll the lilies' silver bells!
Paul Laurence Dunbar Disappointed An old man planted and dug and tended
Sarah Orne Jewett Discontent Down in a field, one day in June
Paul Laurence Dunbar Discovered Seen you down at chu'ch las' night
Edmund Spenser A Ditty See where she sits upon the grassie greene
William Cowper The Diverting History of John Gilpin John Gilpin was a citizen, of credit and renown,
William Blake The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Dog Lies in His Kennel The dog lies in his kennel and Puss purrs on the rug
William Brighty Rands Dolladine This is her picture—Dolladine—the beautifullest doll that ever was seen!
Phœbe Cary Don't Give Up If you've tried and have not won,
Daniel Clement Colesworthy Don't Kill the Birds Don't kill the birds, the pretty birds, that sing about your door
John Keats The Dove I had a dove, and the sweet dove died
Matthew Arnold Dover Beach The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Helen Hunt Jackson Down to Sleep November woods are bare and still;
William Shakespeare The Downfall of Wolsey Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
Hilda Conkling Dozens There's dozens full of dandelions
James Whitcomb Riley A Dream I dreamed I was a spider
Hilda Conkling Dream When I slept, I thought I was upon the mountain-tops
William Blake A Dream Once a dream did weave a shade, o'er my angel-guarded bed
Sara Teasdale Dream Song I plucked a snow-drop in the spring,
Walter de la Mare Dream Song Sunlight, moonlight, twilight, starlight
Alfred Noyes The Dream-Child's Invitation Once upon a time!—Ah, now the light is burning dimly
Paul Laurence Dunbar Dreams What dreams we have and how they fly
William Brighty Rands Dressing the Doll This is the way we dress the Doll:—
Kate Putnam Osgood Driving Home the Cows Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
John Greenleaf Whittier The Drovers Through heat and cold, and shower, and sun, still onward cheerly driving!
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Drowsy Day The air is dark, the sky is gray
Edward Lear The Duck and the Kangaroo Said the Duck to the Kangaroo
Kenneth Grahame Ducks' Ditty All along the backwater, through the rushes tall
Eugene Field The Duel The gingham dog and the calico cat
Robert Louis Stevenson The Dumb Soldier When the grass was closely mown, walking on the lawn alone
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Sara Teasdale Dusk The city's street, a roaring blackened stream
Sara Teasdale Dusk in Autumn The moon is like a scimitar,
Sara Teasdale Dusk in June Evening, and all the birds, in a chorus of shimmering sound
Fred E. Weatherly The Dustman When the toys are growing weary
Bliss Carman The Dustman "Dustman, dustman! Through the deserted square he cries
Emily Dickinson The Duties of the Wind are Few The duties of the Wind are few—
Ralph Waldo Emerson Duty So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Dying Swan The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Ralph Waldo Emerson Each and All Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Eagle He clasps the crag with hookèd hands
William Wordsworth The Eagle and the Dove Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love
Christina Georgina Rossetti Early Birds "Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!" crows the cock before the morn
Alfred Lord Tennyson Early Spring Once more the Heavenly Power makes all things new,
Alfred Noyes Earth and Her Birds Brave birds that climb those blue, dawn-tinted towers
Walter de la Mare Earth Folk The cat she walks on padded claws
William Blake Earth's Answer Earth raised up her head, from the darkness dread and drear
Edmund Spenser Easter Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day
Hilda Conkling Easter On Easter morn, up the faint cloudy sky
Paul Laurence Dunbar An Easy-Goin' Feller Ther' ain't no use in all this strife
William Blake The Echoing Green The sun does arise, and make happy the skies;
Edna St. Vincent Millay Elaine Oh, come again to Astolat!
Edgar Allan Poe Eldorado Gaily bedight, a gallant knight
Thomas Gray Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
Hilaire Belloc The Elephant When people call this beast to mind
Rudyard Kipling From The Elephant's Child I keep six honest serving-men
Oliver Herford Elf and Dormouse Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf
Alfred Noyes The Elfin Artist In a glade of an elfin forest when Sussex was Eden-new
George Herbert The Elixir Teach me, my God and King, in all things Thee to see,
Christina Georgina Rossetti An Emerald Is as Green as Grass An emerald is as green as grass; a ruby red as blood;
Alfred Lord Tennyson England and America in 1782 O thou that sendest out the man
Rudyard Kipling The English Flag Winds of the World, give answer? They are whimpering to and fro
John Boyle O'Reilly Ensign Epps, the Color Bearer Ensign Epps, at the battle of Flanders,
Hilda Conkling Envoy If I am happy, and you, and there are things to do,
Mary Lamb Envy This rose-tree is not made to bear
Robert Browning An Epistle Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Epitaph Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God
Stephen Hawes An Epitaph O mortal folk, you may behold and see
William Cowper Epitaph on a Hare Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,
Samuel Rogers An Epitaph on a Robin Redbreast Tread lightly here; for here, 'tis said when piping winds are hush'd around
Edmund Spenser Epithalamion Ye learnéd sisters which have oftentimes
Paul Laurence Dunbar Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe the Weary Eyes Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, which all the day with ceaseless care have sought
Robert Louis Stevenson Escape at Bedtime The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Alexander Pope An Essay on Criticism: Part I 'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
John Greenleaf Whittier The Eternal Goodness O friends! with whom my feet have trod
William Blake Eternity He who binds to himself a joy, does the winged life destroy;
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Evangeline This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks
John Greenleaf Whittier The Eve of Election From gold to gray our mild sweet day of Indian Summer fades too soon
John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
Lord Byron The Eve of Waterloo There was a sound of revelry by night
Robert Browning Evelyn Hope Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Emily Dickinson The Evening The cricket sang, and set the sun,
John Milton Evening Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Hilda Conkling Evening Now it is dusky, and the hermit thrush and the black and white warbler
Sir Walter Scott Evening The sun upon the lake is low, the wild birds hush their song
Reginald Heber Evening Hymn God that madest Earth and Heaven
Thomas Ken An Evening Hymn All praise to thee, my God, this night
Anonymous Evening Red and Morning Gray Evening red and morning gray send the traveler on his way:
John Vance Cheney Evening Songs The birds have hid, the winds are low,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Excelsior The shades of night were falling fast
Thomas Campbell Exile of Erin There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin
Edna St. Vincent Millay Exiled Searching my heart for its true sorrow
Rudyard Kipling The Explanation Love and Death once ceased their strife
Robert Frost The Exposed Nest You were forever finding some new play
William Wordsworth Expostulation and Reply "Why, William, on that old grey stone,
John Keats Extracts from an Opera: My Lady's Qualities Oh, I am frighten'd with most hateful thoughts!
John Keats Extracts from an Opera: Asleep Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
John Keats Extracts from an Opera: Folly's Song When wedding fiddles are a-playing
John Keats Extracts from an Opera: O! Were I One O! were I one of the Olympian twelve
John Keats Extracts from an Opera: Song The stranger lighted from his steed
John Keats Extracts from an Opera: The Daisy's Song The sun, with his great eye, sees not so much as I
Ralph Waldo Emerson A Fable The mountain and the squirrel had a quarrel
Sara Teasdale The Faery Forest The faery forest glimmered
George Peele Fair and Fair Fair and fair, and twice so fair, as fair as any may be
Christina Georgina Rossetti Fair To See Oh, fair to see—Bloom-laden cherry tree
William Allingham The Fairies Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen
Hilda Conkling Fairies I cannot see fairies. I dream them.
Hilda Conkling Fairies Again Fairies dancing in the woods at night
Mary Howitt The Fairies of the Caldon Low "And where have you been, my Mary
Margaret Deland The Fairies' Shopping Where do you think the Fairies go to buy their blankets ere the snow?
William Blake The Fairy Come hither my sparrows, my little arrows
Eugene Field Fairy and Child Oh, listen, little Dear-My-Soul
Anonymous The Fairy Artist Oh, there is a little artist
Robert Louis Stevenson Fairy Bread Come up here, O dusty feet!
            illustrated by Myrtle Sheldon
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Joseph Rodman Drake Fairy Dawn 'Tis the hour of fairy ban and spell
Robert Bird The Fairy Folk Come cuddle close in daddy's coat beside the fire so bright
Joseph Rodman Drake A Fairy in Armor He put his acorn helmet on
Anonymous The Fairy Queen Come, follow, follow me, you fairy elves that be;
William Allingham The Fairy Shoemaker Little cowboy, what have you heard
John Keats Fairy Song Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
Helen Gray Cone A Fairy Tale There stands by the wood path shaded
Anonymous The Fairy Thrall On gossamer nights when the moon is low,
Alice Cary Fairy-Folk The story-books have told you of the fairy-folk so nice
Anonymous The Faithless Shepherdess While that the sun with his beams hot
Anonymous Falling Snow See the pretty snowflakes falling from the sky
John Keats Fancy Ever let the Fancy roam, pleasure never is at home
Alfred Lord Tennyson Far—Far—Away What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
Lord Byron Fare Thee Well Fare thee well! and if for ever
Matthew Arnold A Farewell My horse's feet beside the lake
Alfred Lord Tennyson A Farewell Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Alfred Lord Tennyson A Farewell Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Charles Kingsley A Farewell My fairest child, I have no song to give you
John Greenleaf Whittier The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother to Her Daughters Sold into Southern Bondage Gone, gone,—sold and gone
George Peele A Farewell to Arms His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd
Robert Louis Stevenson Farewell to the Farm The coach is at the door at last
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Rose Fyleman The Faries The fairies have never a penny to spend
John Townsend Trowbridge Farm-Yard Song Over the hill the farm-boy goes
John Townsend Trowbridge Farmer John Home from his journey, Farmer John
Anonymous A Farmer Went Riding A farmer went riding upon his gray mare,
Alfred Noyes Fashions Fashion on fashion on fashion, (with only the truth growing old!)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fata Morgana O sweet illusions of song
Robert Southey Father William "You are old, Father William," the young man cried
Lewis Carroll Father William "You are old, Father William," the young man said,
Sara Teasdale Faults They came to tell your faults to me,
Robert Greene Fawnia Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair
Adeline Whitney February Will winter never be over?
Rudyard Kipling The Female of the Species When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride
John B. Tabb Fern Song Dance to the beat of the rain, little Fern
Hilda Conkling Ferns Small ferns up-coming through the mossy green
Christina Georgina Rossetti Ferry Me "Ferry me across the water, Do, boatman, do."
Eugene Field "Fiddle-Dee-Dee" There once was a bird that lived up in a tree
Alfred Noyes The Fiddler's Farewell With my fiddle to my shoulder
Ben Jonson Fidelity A barking sound the Shepherd hears
Hilda Conkling The Field of Wonder What could be more wonderful
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz It was fifty years ago, in the pleasant month of May,
James Russell Lowell The Finding of the Lyre There lay upon the ocean's shore
Edith M. Thomas The Fir-Tree O singing Wind, searching field and wood,
Robert Frost Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire
James Whitcomb Riley The First Bluebird Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
Emilie Poulsson The First Christmas Once a little baby lay cradled on the fragrant hay
Edna St. Vincent Millay First Fig My candle burns at both ends
James Russell Lowell The First Snowfall The snow had begun in the gloaming,
Hilda Conkling First Songs Rosy plum-tree, think of me when Spring comes down the world!
Geoffrey Chaucer The First Virtue The first virtue, sone, if thou wilt learn
Alfred Noyes Fishers of Men Long, long ago He said, He who could wake the dead
Walter de la Mare Five Eyes In Hans' old Mill his three black cats
Anonymous Five Little Chickens Said the first little chicken with a strange little squirm
Henry Holcomb Bennett The Flag Goes By Hats off! Along the street there comes a blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums
Mary Howitt The Flax Flower Oh, the little flax flower! it groweth on the hill
Christina Georgina Rossetti Flint Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Flower Once in a golden hour
Alfred Lord Tennyson Flower in the Crannied Wall Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies,
Robert Louis Stevenson The Flowers All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Hilda Conkling Flowers The garden is full of flowers
William Blake The Fly Little Fly, thy summer's play
Christina Georgina Rossetti Fly Away Fly away, fly away over the sea
Eugene Field The Fly-Away Horse Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse
Mary E. Burt The Flying Squirrel Of all the woodland creatures,
Carl Sandburg Fog The fog comes on little cat feet
Edward Rowland Sill The Fool's Prayer The royal feast was done; the King
Robert Burns For a' That Is there, for honest poverty
Rudyard Kipling "For All We Have and Are" For all we have and are, for all our children's fate
Juliana Horatia Ewing For Good Luck Little Kings and Queens of the May
Ralph Waldo Emerson Forbearance Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Emily Dickinson Forbidden Fruit (2) Heaven is what I cannot reach!
Robert Louis Stevenson Foreign Children Little Indian, Sioux or Crow
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Louis Stevenson Foreign Lands Up into the cherry tree who should climb but little me?
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
William Cullen Bryant A Forest Hymn The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
Alfred Noyes A Forest Song Who would be a king that can sit in the sun and sing?
Emily Dickinson Forever Forever—is composed of Nows—
Sir Thomas Wyatt Forget Not Yet Forget not yet the tried intent of such a truth as I have meant
Anonymous Forget-Me-Not When to the flowers—so beautiful—the Father gave a name
John Greenleaf Whittier Forgiveness My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Matthew Arnold The Forsaken Merman Come, dear children, let us away, down and away below!
James Russell Lowell The Fountain Into the sunshine, full of the light,
Hilda Conkling Fountain-Talk Said the fountain to its clear bed
Kate Greenaway The Four Princesses Four Princesses lived in a Green Tower
Anonymous Four Seasons Spring is showery, flowery, bowery
Frank Dempster Sherman The Four Winds In winter, when the wind I hear,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Four Winds "Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Ella Higginson Four-Leaf Clover I know a place where the sun is like gold
Robert Browning Fra Lippo Lippi I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave
Robert Frost Fragmentary Blue Why make so much of fragmentary blue
Paul Laurence Dunbar Frederick Douglass A hush is over all the teeming lists
John Barbour Freedom A! Fredome is a noble thing!
James Russell Lowell Freedom Who cometh over the hills,
Juliana Horatia Ewing A Friend in the Garden He is not John the gardener
Anonymous The Friendly Beasts Jesus, our brother, strong and good
L. G. Warner Friends North wind came whistling through the wood,
Abbie Farwell Brown Friends How good to lie a little while, and look up through the tree!
Emily Dickinson Fringed Gentian God made a little gentian;
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Frisky Lamb A frisky lamb and a frisky child
Hilaire Belloc The Frog Be kind and tender to the Frog and do not call him names
            illustrated by Basil T. Blackwood
Anonymous A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go A Frog he would a-wooing go, whether his mother would let him or no,
Anonymous Frogs at School Twenty froggies went to school, down beside a rushing pool
            illustrated by Anonymous
Robert Louis Stevenson From a Railway Carriage Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Frost at Midnight The Frost performs its secret ministry
Anonymous Frost Pictures Pictures on the window, painted by Jack Frost
John Greenleaf Whittier The Frost Spirit He comes,—he comes,—the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his footsteps now
James Whitcomb Riley The Funniest Thing in the World The funniest thing in the world, I know is watchin' the monkeys 'at's in the show!
Anonymous Fuzzy Wuzzy Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Anonymous Gaelic Lullaby Hush the waves are rolling in,
Eugene Field Ganderfeather's Gift I was just a little thing
Eugene Field Garden and Cradle When our babe he goeth walking in his garden
William Blake The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, and saw what I never had seen
Hilda Conkling Garden of the World The butterfly swings over the violet
Robert Louis Stevenson The Gardener The gardener does not love to talk
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Joyce Kilmer Gates and Doors There was a gentle hostler
Sir Walter Scott Gathering Song of Donald Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Anonymous The Gay Gos-hawk "O well is me, my gay goshawk,
W. S. Gilbert General John The bravest names for fire and flames
Hilda Conkling Geography I can tell balsam trees
Anonymous Get Up and Bar the Door It fell about the Martinmas time
Frank Dempster Sherman Ghost Fairies When the open fire is lit in the evening after tea
Robert Frost Ghost House I dwell in a lonely house I know
Vachel Lindsay The Ghosts of the Buffaloes Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry,
Hilda Conkling Gift This is mint and here are three pinks
Robert Frost A Girl's Garden A neighbor of mine in the village
Ralph Waldo Emerson Give All to Love Give all to love; obey thy heart
William Cullen Bryant The Gladness of Nature Is this the time to be cloudy and sad,
Walter de la Mare The Glimpse Art thou asleep? or have thy wings
Leigh Hunt The Glove and the Lions King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport
C. T. Brooks God Bless Our Native Land God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand,
Edith M. Thomas The God of Music The God of Music dwelleth out of doors.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen God rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
Anonymous God's Care In the pleasant sunny meadows, where the buttercups are seen
Edna St. Vincent Millay God's World O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Rudyard Kipling The Gods of the Copybook Headings As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race
Robert Frost Going for Water The well was dry beside the door
Charles and Mary Lamb Going into Breeches Joy to Philip! he this day has his long coats cast away
Anonymous The Golden Rule Be you to others kind and true,
Frank Dempster Sherman Golden-Rod Spring is the morning of the year
Anonymous Goldenrod Tell me, sunny goldenrod, growing everywhere,
Robert Louis Stevenson Good and Bad Children Children, you are very little, and your bones are very brittle
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Louis Stevenson A Good Boy I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Frost Good Hours I had for my winter evening walk—
Richard Monckton Milnes Good Night and Good Morning A fair little girl sat under a tree,
Victor Hugo Good Night! Good Night! Good Night! Far flies the light;
Robert Louis Stevenson A Good Play We built a ship upon the stairs all made of the back-bedroom chairs
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Marian Douglas A Good Thanksgiving Said Old Gentleman Gay, "On a Thanksgiving Day,
Robert Frost Good-by and Keep Cold This saying good-by on the edge of the dark
Eugene Field Good-Children Street There's a dear little home in Good-Children street
Paul Laurence Dunbar Good-Night The lark is silent in his nest
Christina Georgina Rossetti Goodbye "Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow
Gelett Burgess The Goops—Table Manners The Goops they lick their fingers
Sara Teasdale Grandfather's Love They said he sent his love to me,
James Whitcomb Riley Granny Granny's come to our house,
Emily Dickinson The Grass The grass so little has to do,
Leigh Hunt The Grasshopper and Cricket Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,
Anonymous Grasshopper Green Grasshopper Green is a comical chap; he lives on the best of fare.
Beatrix Potter Gravy and Potatoes Gravy and potatoes in a good brown pot
Anonymous The Gray Doves' Answer The leaves were reddening to their fall
Ann Hawkshaw The Great Brown Owl The brown Owl sits in the ivy bush
Anonymous Greek Children's Song The swallow has come again
Robert Buchanan The Green Gnome Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells!
William Wordsworth The Green Linnet Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Hilda Conkling The Green Palm Tree I sat under a delicate palm tree on a shore of sounding waves.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Green Things Growing Oh, the green things growing, the green things growing,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Grief I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless
Paul Laurence Dunbar Growin' Gray Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray
Hilda Conkling Growing Blossoms in the growing tree,
Matthew Arnold Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form
Henry Johnstone Guessing Song Oh ho! oh ho! Pray, who can I be?
Rudyard Kipling Gunga Din You may talk o' gin and beer
Robert Herrick The Hag The Hag is astride this night for a ride
Ben Jonson A Happy Life How happy is he born and taught
Margaret Sangster A Happy New Year Coming, coming, coming! Listen! perhaps you'll hear
Robert Louis Stevenson Happy Thought The world is so full of a number of things
            illustrated by Myrtle Sheldon
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
William Shakespeare Hark! Hark! The Lark! Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Sir Walter Scott Harp of the North Harp of the North! that moldering long hast hung
Thomas Moore The Harp That Once through Tara's Halls The harp that once through Tara's halls the soul of music shed
Emily Dickinson Have You Got a Brook in Your Little Heart Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Eugene Field The Hawthorne Children The Hawthorne children—seven in all—are famous friends of mine
Hilda Conkling Hay-Cock This is another kind of sweetness
Robert Louis Stevenson The Hayloft Through all the pleasant meadow-side the grass grew shoulder-high
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Paul Laurence Dunbar He Had His Dream He had his dream, and all through life, worked up to it through toil and strife
Samuel Taylor Coleridge He Prayeth Best Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
John Bunyan He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall He that is down need fear no fall, he that is low no pride
Benjamin Franklin He Who Would Thrive He who would thrive, must rise at five;
Christina Georgina Rossetti Head without Hair A pin has a head, but has no hair
William Shakespeare Heart Untainted What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Christina Georgina Rossetti Heartsease Heartsease in my garden bed
J. G. Holland Heaven Is Not Reached at a Single Bound Heaven is not reached at a single bound, but we build the ladder by which we rise
Christina Georgina Rossetti Heavy What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow
Homer Hector's Prayer O Jupiter and all ye deities
Eugene Field Heigho, My Dearie Moonbeam floateth from the skies
Christina Georgina Rossetti Hem A pocket handkerchief to hem
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Hemlock Tree O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!
Anonymous Here We Come A-Whistling Here we come a-whistling through the fields so green, here we come a-singing, so fair to be seen.
James Russell Lowell The Heritage The rich man's son inherits lands, and piles of brick, and stone, and gold
Rudyard Kipling The Heritage Our Fathers in a wondrous age
Robert Browning Hervé Riel On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two,
Anonymous Hey Nonny No! Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die!
Eugene Field Hi–Spy Strange that the city thoroughfare
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha's Childhood Downward through the evening twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha's Childhood By the shores of Gitchee Gumee,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha's Sailing "Give me of your bark, O Birch Tree!
Walter de la Mare Hide and Seek Hide and seek, says the Wind
Sir Walter Scott Hie Away Hie away, hie away! over bank and over brae,
Dora Read Goodale High and Low The showers fall as softly upon the lowly grass
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Highland Cattle Down the wintry mountain, like a cloud they come,
Sir Philip Sidney The Highway Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be
Alfred Noyes The Highwayman The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
M. A. L. Hilda Hilda's Christmas Standing apart from the childish throng,
Hilda Conkling Hills The hills are going somewhere;
Anna M Pratt A Hint If you should frown, and I should frown,
Sir Philip Sidney His Lady's Cruelty With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
Sir Walter Raleigh His Pilgrimage Give me my scallop-shell of quiet
Robert Louis Stevenson Historical Associations Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground that now you smoke your pipe around
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Thomas Campbell Hohenlinden On Linden, when the sun was low
Hilda Conkling Holland Song When light comes creeping through the hills that shine with mist,
William Blake Holy Thursday 'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
Rudyard Kipling The Holy War A tinker out of Bedford, a vagrant oft in quod
Robert Browning Home Thoughts from Abroad O, to be in England, now that April's there,
John Howard Payne Home, Sweet Home! 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Felicia Dorothea Hemans The Homes of England The stately homes of England! How beautiful they stand
Emily Dickinson Hope Hope is the thing with feathers
Christina Georgina Rossetti Hope Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth
Christina Georgina Rossetti Hopping Frog Hopping frog, hop here and be seen
Thomas B. Macaulay Horatius Lars Porsena of Clusium, by the Nine Gods he swore
Thomas B. Macaulay Horatius at the Bridge The consul's brow was sad, and the consul's speech was low,
Walter de la Mare The Horseman I heard a horseman ride over the hill
Christina Georgina Rossetti A House of Cards A house of cards is neat and small
Edmund Spenser The House of Sleep Ay me! how many perils doe enfold
Anonymous The House That Jack Built This is the house that Jack built
Charles Lamb The Housekeeper The frugal snail, with forecast of repose,
Anonymous How Can the Heart Forget Her? At her fair hands how have I grace entreated
Isaac Watts How Doth the Little Busy Bee How doth the little busy bee, improve each shining hour
Lewis Carroll How Doth the Little Crocodile How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail
Frances Chesterton How Far Is It to Bethlehem? How far is it to Bethlehem?
Christina Georgina Rossetti How Many Seconds in a Minute? How many seconds in a minute? sixty, and no more in it.
Christina Georgina Rossetti How Many? How many seconds in a minute?
Williams Collins How Sleep the Brave How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
Emily Dickinson How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand How still the bells in steeples stand,
Rudyard Kipling From How the Camel Got His Hump The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Susan Coolidge How the Leaves Came Down "I'll tell you how the leaves came down
Rudyard Kipling From How the Leopard Got His Spots I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones
Anonymous How the Little Kite Learned to Fly "I never can do it," the little kite said, as he looked at the others high over his head;
Rudyard Kipling From How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin This Uninhabited Island is off Cape Gardafui
Rudyard Kipling From How the Whale Got His Throat When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Robert Browning How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
Anonymous How To Get a Breakfast Said the first little chick, with a queer little squirm,
William Blake The Human Abstract Pity would be no more
John Keats The Human Seasons Four Seasons fill the measure of the year
Robert Herrick Humility Humble we must be
Alfred Noyes The Humming Birds Green wing and ruby throat, what shining spell, what exquisite sorcery
Hilda Conkling Humming-Bird Why do you stand on the air
Emily Dickinson The Hummingbird A route of evanescence
Sir Walter Scott Hunter's Song The toils are pitch'd, and the stakes are set
Sir Walter Scott Hunting Song Waken, lords and ladies gay
William Cullen Bryant The Hurricane Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh, I know thy breath in the burning sky!
Christina Georgina Rossetti Hurt No Living Thing Hurt no living thing: ladybird, nor butterfly
John Greenleaf Whittier The Huskers It was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain
Rudyard Kipling The Hyænas After the burial-parties leave
Robert Frost Hyla Brook By June our brook's run out of song and speed
Paul Laurence Dunbar Hymn When storms arise and dark'ning skies
Ralph Waldo Emerson Hymn We love the venerable house
Rudyard Kipling Hymn Before Action The earth is full of anger
Matilda Betham-Edwards Hymn for a Little Child God make my life a little light
Percy Bysshe Shelley Hymn of Pan From the forests and highlands
Ben Jonson Hymn to Diana Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair,
Percy Bysshe Shelley Hymn to Intellectual Beauty The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hymn to the Night I heard the trailing garments of the Night
William Cullen Bryant Hymn to the North Star The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires
Anonymous A Hymn to the Virgin Of on that is so fayr and bright
John Keats Hyperion—A Fragment Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Hilda Conkling I Am I am willowy boughs for coolness
Christina Georgina Rossetti I Am a King I am a King, or an Emperor rather
William Blake I Asked a Thief I asked a thief to steal me a peach
Walter de la Mare I Can't Abear I can't abear a Butcher I can't abide his meat
Christina Georgina Rossetti I Dug and Dug amongst the Snow I dug and dug amongst the snow, and thought the flowers would never grow
Christina Georgina Rossetti I Have a Little Husband I have a little husband and he is gone to sea
Walt Whitman I Hear America Singing I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear
Oliver Herford I Heard a Bird Sing I heard a bird sing in the dark of December
G. Linnaeus Banks I Live for Those Who Love Me I live for those who love me
Jane Taylor I Love Little Pussy I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm
Jane Taylor I Love Little Pussy I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm;
Joy Allison I Love You, Mother "I love you, mother," said little John. Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on
Richard Le Gallienne I Meant To Do My Work To-day I meant to do my work to-day— but a brown bird sang in the apple-tree
Emily Dickinson I Never Saw a Moor I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea;
Thomas Hood I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember the house where I was born
William Blake I Saw a Chapel All of Gold I saw a Chapel all of gold that none did dare to enter in
Kate Greenaway I Saw a Ship I saw a ship that sailed the sea.
Old Carol I Saw Three Ships I saw three ships come sailing in, on Christmas day, on Christmas day
Anonymous I Sing of a Maiden I sing of a maiden that is makeles
William Wordsworth I Travelled among Unknown Men I travelled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea;
Hilda Conkling I Went to Sea I went to sea in a glass-bottomed boat
Hilda Conkling I Will Sing You a Song I will sing you a song, Sweets-of-my-heart
Judge Parry I Would Like You for a Comrade I would like you for a comrade, for I love you, that I do,
Emily Dickinson I'm Nobody! Who Are You? I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?
Anonymous Icarus Love wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly
John Greenleaf Whittier Ichabod So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Paul Laurence Dunbar If If life were but a dream, my Love
Rudyard Kipling If If you can keep your head when all about you
Christina Georgina Rossetti If a Mouse Could Fly If a mouse could fly, or if a crow could swim
Christina Georgina Rossetti If a Pig Wore a Wig If a pig wore a wig what could we say?
Christina Georgina Rossetti If All Were Rain If all were rain and never sun,
Lydia Maria Child If Ever I See If ever I see, on bush or tree
Christina Georgina Rossetti If Hope Grew on a Bush If hope grew on a bush and joy grew on a tree
Emily Dickinson If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain;
Hilda Conkling If I Could Tell You The Way Down through the forest to the river I wander.
Hilda Conkling If I Find a Moon If I find a moon, I will sing a moon-song.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge If I Had But Two Little Wings If I had but two little wings
Lucy Larcom If I Were a Sunbeam "If I were a Sunbeam, I know what I'd do
Laurence Alma-Tadema If No One Ever Marries Me If no one ever marries me,—and I don't see why they should
Christina Georgina Rossetti If the Moon If the moon came from heaven
Christina Georgina Rossetti If the Sun Could Talk If the sun could tell us half that he hears and sees
Christina Georgina Rossetti If the Sun Could Tell Us If the sun could tell us half that he hears and sees
Anonymous If You See a Faery Ring If you see a faery ring in a field of grass
John Keats Imitation of Spenser Now morning from her orient chambers came
James Whitcomb Riley An Impetuous Resolve When little Dickie Swope's a man
Algernon Charles Swinburne In a Garden Baby, see the flowers! Baby sees fairer things than these
Robert Frost In a Vale When I was young, we dwelt in a vale
Elizabeth Akers In April The poplar drops beside the way its tasselled plumes of silver-gray
Sara Teasdale In David's Child's Garden of Verses The dearest child in all the world
John Keats In Drear-Nighted December In drear-nighted December, too happy, happy tree
Robert Frost In Equal Sacrifice Thus of old the Douglas did
John Addington Symonds In February The birds have been singing to-day
John McCrae In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Robert Frost In Hardwood Groves The same leaves over and over again!
William Dunbar In Honour of the City of London London, thou art of townes A per se.
Alfred Lord Tennyson In Memoriam A. H. H. Strong Son of God, immortal Love
Alfred Lord Tennyson In Memoriam, VII Dark house, by which once more I stand
John Greenleaf Whittier In School-Days Still sits the school-house by the road,
Sara Teasdale In the Carpenter's Shop Mary sat in the corner dreaming,
Eugene Field In the Firelight The fire upon the hearth is low
Maurice Thompson In the Haunts of Bass and Bream Dreams come true, and everything
Christina Georgina Rossetti In the Meadow In the meadow—what in the meadow?
Sara Teasdale In the Train Fields beneath a quilt of snow
Walter de la Mare In Vain I knocked upon thy door ajar
Robert Wever In Youth Is Pleasure In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay
Robert Southey The Inchcape Rock No stir in the air, no stir in the sea
Robert Browning An Incident of the French Camp You know, we French storm'd Ratisbon
John Greenleaf Whittier Indian Summer From gold to gray, our mild, sweet day
Emily Dickinson Indian Summer These are the days when birds come back,
William Blake Infant Joy "I have no name; I am but two days old.
William Blake Infant Sorrow My mother groaned! my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt
William Shakespeare Ingratitude Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Eugene Field Inscription for My Little Son's Silver Plate When thou dost eat from off this plate
James Russell Lowell An Interview with Miles Standish I sat one evening in my room, in that sweet hour of twilight
Robert Frost Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees
Willian Ernest Henley Invictus Out of the night that covers me
Paul Laurence Dunbar Ione Ah, yes, 'tis sweet still to remember
Christina Georgina Rossetti Is the Moon Tired? Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Hilda Conkling The Island They flew as the night-wind flowed, very softly,
Lord Byron The Isles of Greece The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Edgar Allan Poe Israfel In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
William Wordsworth It Is a Beauteous Evening It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
Emily Dickinson It Might Be Lonelier It might be lonelier without the Loneliness—
Emily Dickinson It Was a Quiet Way It was a quiet way—He asked if I was his—
Thomas B. Macaulay Ivry Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are!
Charles Dickens The Ivy Green O, a dainty plant is the ivy green
Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Hannah Flagg Gould Jack Frost The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night
Celia Thaxter Jack Frost Rustily creak the crickets
Clara Smith Jack in the Pulpit Jack in the Pulpit preaches to-day
Leigh Hunt Jaffár Jaffár, the Barmecide, the good Vizier,
Benjamin Franklin King Jane Jones Jane Jones keeps talkin' to me all the time
Anonymous Jemima There was a little girl, and she had a little curl
Eugene Field Jest 'fore Christmas Father calls me William, sister calls me Will
Catherine C Liddell Jesus the Carpenter "Isn't this Joseph's son?"—ay, it is He
Walter de la Mare Jim Jay Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay
Robert Burns John Anderson John Anderson, my jo, John,
Robert Burns John Barleycorn There were three kings into the East,
Anonymous John Grumblie John Grumblie vow'd by the light of the moon, and the green leaves on the tree
William Stevenson Jolly Good Ale and Old I cannot eat but little meat
Edna St. Vincent Millay Journey Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
Susan Hartley Swett July When the scarlet cardinal tells her dream to the dragon fly
Edward Lear The Jumblies They went to sea in a sieve, they did
James Russell Lowell June What is so rare as a day in June?
Oliver Wendell Holmes Katydid I love to hear thine earnest voice, wherever thou art hid
Paul Laurence Dunbar Keep A-Pluggin' Away I've a humble little motto that is homely, though it's true
Robert Louis Stevenson Keepsake Mill Over the borders, a sin without pardon
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Richard Henry Buck Kentucky Babe 'Skeeters am a hummin' on de honeysuckle vine,
Alfred Noyes Kilmeny Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West
Sara Teasdale The Kind Moon I think the moon is very kind
Christina Georgina Rossetti King and Queen If I were a Queen what would I do?
Anonymous King and Queen Lilies are white, Rosemary's green
Walter de la Mare King David King David was a sorrowful man
Anonymous King John and the Abbot of Canterbury An ancient story I'll tell you anon
John Greenleaf Whittier King Solomon and the Ants Out from Jerusalem the king rode with his great war chiefs and lords of state
William Wordsworth The Kitten and Falling Leaves That way look, my Infant, lo!
William Brighty Rands The Kitten Speaks I am the Cat of Cats. I am
William Wordsworth The Kitten, and Falling Leaves See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall
Elizabeth Lee Follen Kitty in the Basket "Where is my little basket gone? said Charlie boy one day.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Knight's Tomb Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Kraken Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Eugene Field Krinken Krinken was a little child,—It was summer when he smiled.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Kubla Khan In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Rudyard Kipling L'envoi When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried
John Keats La Belle Dame Sans Merci O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Ladder of St. Augustine Saint Augustine! well hast thou said
Eugene Field Lady Button Eyes When the busy day is done
Alfred Lord Tennyson Lady Clare It was the time when lilies blow
Richard Monckton Milnes Lady Moon "Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?"
Lord Houghton Lady Moon Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
Christina Georgina Rossetti Lady of All Beauty The lily has a smooth stalk
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Lady of Shalott On either side the river lie
Christina Georgina Rossetti Ladybird I caught a little ladybird
Caroline Bowles Southey Ladybird, Ladybird! Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home! the field-mouse has gone to her nest
William Blake The Lamb Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee,
Christina Georgina Rossetti Lambkin A motherless soft lambkin
Laurence Alma-Tadema Lambs in the Meadow O little lambs! the month is cold, the sky is very gray;
Thomas Hoccleve Lament for Chaucer Allas! my worthi maister honorable
William Dunbar Lament for the Makers I that in heill was and gladnéss
Robert Louis Stevenson The Lamplighter My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Louis Stevenson The Land of Counterpane When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Louis Stevenson The Land of Nod From breakfast on through all the day
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Hilda Conkling Land of Nod I wander mountain to mountain, from sea to sea,
Robert Louis Stevenson The Land of Story-Books At evening when the lamp is lit, around the fire my parents sit
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Felicia Dorothea Hemans The Landing of the Pilgrims The breaking waves dashed high on a stern and rock-bound coast,
Anonymous The Lark and the Rook "Good-night, Sir Rook!" said a little lark.
Oliver Wendell Holmes The Last Leaf I saw him once before, as he passed by the door,
Thomas Moore The Last Rose of Summer 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone;
W. H. Davenport Adams The Last Voyage of the Fairies Down the bright stream the Fairies float
William Blake Laughing Song When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy
John Greenleaf Whittier Laus Deo! It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun
Alfred Noyes Lavender Lavender, lavender that makes your linen sweet
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Lawyers' Ways I've been list'nin' to them lawyers in the court house up the street
John Henry Newman Lead, Kindly Light Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom
Phœbe Cary The Leak in the Dike The good dame looked from her cottage
Robert Southey The Legend of Bishop Hatto The summer and autumn had been so wet
William H. Davies Leisure What is this life if, full of care
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Lesson My cot was down by a cypress grove
Alice Cary A Lesson of Mercy A boy named Peter found once in the road
Isaac Watts Let Dogs Delight To Bark and Bite Let dogs delight to bark and bite for God hath made them so
Matthew Prior A Letter My noble, lovely, little Peggy, let this my First Epistle beg ye
Annette Wynne A Letter Is a Gypsy Elf A letter is a gypsy elf—it goes where I would go myself
Christina Georgina Rossetti Letters Eight o'clock—The postman's knock!
Charles Tennyson Turner Letty's Globe When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year
Christina Georgina Rossetti Lie A-Bed Lie a-bed sleepy-head
Paul Laurence Dunbar Life A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in
James Whitcomb Riley A Life Lesson There! little girl; don't cry!
Epes Sargent A Life on the Ocean Wave A life on the ocean wave, a home on the rolling deep
A. L. Barbauld Life, I Know Not What Thou Art Life! I know not what thou art. But know that thou and I must part;
Thomas Moore The Light of Other Days Oft in the stilly night
William Cowper Light Shining Out of Darkness God moves in a mysterious way
John Greenleaf Whittier The Light That Is Felt A tender child of summers three
Anonymous The Light-Hearted Fairy Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
Sir Walter Scott The Lighthouse Far in the bosom of the deep,
Alfred Noyes The Lights of Home Pilot, how far from home?
William Blake The Lily The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
John Keats Lines on the Mermaid Tavern Souls of Poets dead and gone
Lord Byron Lines to Mr. Hodgson Huzza! Hodgson, we are going
William Wordsworth Lines Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes,
Christina Georgina Rossetti Linnets A linnet in a gilded cage
Christina Georgina Rossetti Little Alice Dancing on the hill-tops, singing in the valleys
Thomas Westwood Little Bell Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray
William Makepeace Thackeray Little Billee There were three sailors of Bristol city
Walter de la Mare The Little Bird My dear Daddie bought a mansion
Alfred Lord Tennyson Little Birdie What does little birdie say, in her nest at peep of day?
William Blake The Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild
Eugene Field Little Blue Pigeon Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings
Mother Goose Little Bo-Peep Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, and can't tell where to find them
Mother Goose Little Bo-Peep Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
Eugene Field Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust
Mother Goose Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn.
William Blake The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, led by the wandering light
William Blake The Little Boy Lost "Father, father, where are you going?
Laura E. Richards Little Brown Bobby Little Brown Bobby sat on the barn floor
Helen Barron Bostwick Little Bud Dandelion Little Bud Dandelion, hears from her nest
Anonymous Little by Little "Little by little," an acorn said, as it slowly sank in its mossy bed
Mary Howitt Little Children Sporting through the forest wide; playing by the waterside
William Brighty Rands Little Christel Slowly forth from the village church
Anonymous Little Cock-Sparrow A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,
Helen Barron Bostwick Little Dandelion Gay little Dandelion lights up the meads
William Brighty Rands Little Ditties I Winifred Waters sat and sighed
Harriet Whitney Durbin A Little Dutch Garden I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden
John Kendrick Bangs The Little Elf-Man I met a little Elf-man, once, down where the lilies blow.
Sir Gilbert Parker Little Garaine "Where do the stars grow, little Garaine?"
William Blake The Little Girl Found All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go
William Blake The Little Girl Lost In futurity, I prophetic see that the earth from sleep
Walter de la Mare The Little Green Orchard Some one is always sitting there in the little green orchard
Celia Thaxter Little Gustava Little Gustava sits in the sun,
Edna St. Vincent Millay The Little Hill Oh, here the air is sweet and still
Eugene Field Little Homer's Slate After dear old grandma died
Anonymous Little Jack Frost Little Jack Frost went up the hill, watching the stars and the moon so still
Robert Louis Stevenson The Little Land When at home alone I sit and am very tired of it
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Jane Taylor Taylor The Little Lark I hear a pretty bird, but hark! I cannot see it anywhere.
Lydia Maria Child The Little Maiden and the Little Bird "Little bird! little bird! come to me!
Hughes Mearns The Little Man Who Wasn't There Yesterday, upon the stair
Emily Huntington Miller Little May Have you heard the waters singing,
Eugene Field Little Mistress Sans-Merci Little Mistress Sans-Merci fareth world-wide, fancy free
Eugene Field Little Oh-Dear See, what a wonderful garden is here
Beatrix Potter The Little Old Woman You know the old woman
James Whitcomb Riley Little Orphant Annie Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Little Owl "I dreamt I caught a little owl and the bird was blue
Hilda Conkling Little Papoose Little papoose swung high in the branches
Kate L. Brown The Little Plant In the Heart of a Seed, buried deep, so deep!
Jane Euphemia Browne Little Raindrops Oh! where do you come from
Hilda Conkling Little Snail I saw a little snail come down the garden walk.
Marian Douglas Little Sorrow Among the thistles on the hill, in tears, sat little Sorrow
Julia Fletcher Carney Little Things Little drops of water, little grains of sand
Anonymous Little Things Little drops of water, Little grains of sand
Ebenezer Cobham Brewer Little Things Little drops of water, Little grains of sand,
Vachel Lindsay The Little Turtle There was a little turtle. He lived in a box
George MacDonald Little White Lily Little White Lily sat by a stone,
Kate Greenaway Little Wind Little wind, blow on the hill top, Little wind, blow down the plain
Lewis Carroll A Lobster Quadrille "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail
Sir Walter Scott Lochinvar Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west.
Celia Thaxter Lock the Dairy Door "Lock the dairy door! Lock the dairy door!
Anonymous London Bridge London bridge is broken down,
Laurence Alma-Tadema London Wind The wind blows, the wind blows, over the ocean far
William Wordsworth London, 1802 Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
Paul Laurence Dunbar Lonesome Mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two
Hilda Conkling The Lonesome Green Apple There was a little green apple
Hilda Conkling The Lonesome Wave There is an island in the middle of my heart
Anonymous Long, Long Ago Wind through the olive trees softly did blow
Paul Laurence Dunbar Longing If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day
James Russell Lowell Longing Of all the myriad moods of mind
Robert Louis Stevenson Looking Forward When I am grown to man's estate
            illustrated by Myrtle Sheldon
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Robert Louis Stevenson Looking-Glass River Smooth it glides upon its travel, here a wimple, there a gleam
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Alfred Noyes The Loom of Years In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea
Anonymous Lord Darly My pen and hand proceed to write, a woeful tale to tell
Anonymous Lord Lovel Lord Lovel was standing at his stable door, combing his milk-white steed;
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Lord of Burleigh In her ear he whispers gaily
Thomas Campbell Lord Ullin's Daughter A chieftain, to the Highlands bound
Alfred Noyes The Lost Battle It is not over yet—the fight
Charles Kingsley The Lost Doll I once had a sweet little doll, dears
Emily Dickinson The Lost Jewel I held a jewel in my fingers
John Greenleaf Whittier The Lost Occasion Some die too late and some too soon
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Lotos-Eaters "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land
Sir Walter Scott Love In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
Robert Browning Love Among the Ruins Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
William Brighty Rands Love and the Child Toys, and treats, and pleasures pass like a shadow in a glass
Isaac Watts Love between Brothers and Sisters Whatever brawls disturb the street
Samuel Daniel Love Is a Sickness Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing
Christina Georgina Rossetti Love Me Love me—I love you
Anonymous Love Not Me For Comely Grace Love not me for comely grace, for my pleasing eye or face
Sara Teasdale The Love That Goes A-Begging Oh Loves there are that enter in,
Geoffrey Chaucer The Love Unfeigned O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she
Percy Bysshe Shelley Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Lover and the Moon A lover whom duty called over the wave
Anonymous The Lover in Winter Plaineth for the Spring The O western wind, when wilt thou blow
George Gascoigne A Lover's Lullaby Sing lullaby, as women do, wherewith they bring their babes to rest
William Wordsworth Lucy She dwelt among the untrodden ways
William Wordsworth Lucy Gray Oft had I heard of Lucy Gray, and when I crossed the Wild
Christina Georgina Rossetti Lullaby Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Richard Rowlands Lullaby Upon my lap my sovereign sits
William Shakespeare Lullaby for Titania You spotted snakes with double tongue
Sir Walter Scott Lullaby of an Infant Chief Oh, hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight,
Anonymous Lusty May O lusty May, with Flora queen!
Sir Walter Raleigh The Lye Goe, soule, the bodie's guest,
William Blake Mad Song The wild winds weep
Anonymous Madrigal My Love in her attire doth show her wit
Charles Lamb The Magpie's Nest When the arts in their infancy were,
Alfred Noyes The Making of a Poem Last night a passionate tempest shook his soul
James Whitcomb Riley The Man in the Moon Said the Raggedy Man, on a hot afternoon:
Anonymous The Man in the Moon The Man in the Moon as he sails the sky is a very remarkable skipper,
William Shakespeare The Man That Hath No Music in Himself The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Alfred Noyes The Man Who Discovered the Use of a Chair The man who discovered the use of a chair, odds—bobs—what a wonderful man!
Edwin Markham The Man with the Hoe Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Christina Georgina Rossetti Mannikin Your brother has a falcon, your sister has a flower
Walter de la Mare Many a Mickle A little sound—only a little, a little
Lucy Larcom March March! March! March! They are coming
William Cullen Bryant March The stormy March is come at last,
William Cullen Bryant March The stormy March is come at last,
Celia Thaxter March I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill
Hilda Conkling March Thought I am waiting for the flowers to come back
William Shakespeare March, from The Winter's Tale Daffodils that come before the swallows dare, and take
Robert Louis Stevenson Marching Song Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come!
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Fitz-Greene Halleck Marco Bozzaris At midnight, in his guarded tent
Kate Greenaway Margery Brown "Margery Brown on the top of the hill
Alfred Lord Tennyson Mariana With blackest moss the flower-pots
Alfred Lord Tennyson Mariana in the South With one black shadow at its feet
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Marjorie's Almanac Robins in the tree top, blossoms in the grass
William Shakespeare Mark Antony's Oration at the Funeral of Caesar Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle The Marseillaise Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Sarah Josepha Hale Mary Had a Little Lamb Mary had a Little Lamb, its fleece was white as snow;
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Master-Player An old worn harp that had been played
William Morris Masters in This Hall Masters in this hall, hear ye news today
Alfred Noyes The Matin-Song of Friar Tuck If souls could sing to heaven's high King
John Greenleaf Whittier Maud Muller Maud Muller on a summer's day raked the meadow sweet with hay
Frank Dempster Sherman May May shall make the world anew
Christina Georgina Rossetti May There is but one May in the year
Sara Teasdale May Day A delicate fabric of bird song
Anonymous May in the Green-Wood In somer when the shawes be sheyne
Sara Teasdale May Night The spring is fresh and fearless
Alfred Lord Tennyson The May Queen You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
Alfred Noyes A May-Day Carol What is the loveliest light that Spring
Emily Dickinson May-Flower Pink, small, and punctual,
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Meadow Lark Though the winds be dank and the sky be sober
Henry Howard The Means To Attain Happy Life Martial, the things that do attain the happy life be these, I find:—
Ann Taylor Meddlesome Matty One ugly trick has often spoil'd
John Keats Meg Merrilies Old Meg she was a Gipsy, and liv'd upon the Moors
Paul Laurence Dunbar Melancholia Silently without my window, tapping gently at the pane
Robert Frost Mending Wall Something there is that doesn't love a wall
William Blake The Mental Traveller I travelled through a land of men
Geoffrey Chaucer Merciles Beaute Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly
William Shakespeare Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain'd
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Mermaid Who would be a mermaid fair,
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Merman Who would be a merman bold sitting alone
Paul Laurence Dunbar Merry Autumn It's all a farce,—these tales they tell
William Wordsworth They Called Thee Merry England They called Thee Merry England, in old time
Richard Watson Gilder A Midsummer Song Oh, father's gone to market-town: he was up before the day
JohnTownsend Trowbridge Midwinter The speckled sky is dim with snow
Jean Ingelow Milking Song "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling ere the early dews were falling
Christina Georgina Rossetti Milking Time Margaret has a milking-pail, and she rises early;
Dinah Maria Mulock The Mill Winding and grinding round goes the mill
Charles Mackay The Miller of the Dee There dwelt a miller, hale and bold, beside the river Dee
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Miller's Daughter I see the wealthy miller yet
William Blake From Milton And did those feet in ancient time walk upon England's mountains green?
Alfred Lord Tennyson Mine Be the Strength Mine be the strength of spirit fierce and free
Thomas Westwood Mine Host of "The Golden Apple" A goodly host one day was mine
Christina Georgina Rossetti Minnie Minnie bakes oaten cakes, Minnie brews ale
Christina Georgina Rossetti Minnie and Mattie Minnie and Mattie and fat little May
Thomas Moore The Minstrel-Boy The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone,
Sara Teasdale A Minuet of Mozart's Across the dimly lighted room
Alfred Noyes Mist in the Valley Mist in the valley, weeping mist
Mother Goose Mistress Mary, Quite Contrary Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Christina Georgina Rossetti Mix a Pancake Mix a pancake, stir a pancake
William Blake Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain
Selleck Osborne A Modest Wit A supercilious nabob of the East
Edith M. Thomas Moly Traveller, pluck a stem of moly
Richard B. Sheridan The Months January snowy, February flowy, March blowy;
Sara Coleridge The Months January brings the snow
Emily Dickinson The Moon The moon was but a chin of gold
Robert Louis Stevenson The Moon The moon has a face like the clock in the hall
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Hilda Conkling Moon Doves The moon has a dove-cote safe and small
Fannie Stearns Gifford Moon Folly I will go up the mountain after the Moon
Hilda Conkling Moon Song There is a star that runs very fast
Hilda Conkling Moon Thought The moon is thinking of the river
Vachel Lindsay The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky The Moon's the North Wind's cookie. He bites it, day by day
Matthias Barr Moon, So Round and Yellow Moon, so round and yellow looking from on high
William Shakespeare Moonlight How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Morituri Salutamus "O Caesar, we who are about to die salute you!" was the gladiators' cry
Paul Laurence Dunbar Morning The mist has left the greening plain
John Keats Morning I stood tiptoe upon a little hill
Hilda Conkling Morning There is a brook I must hear
Sara Teasdale Morning I went out on an April morning,
Thomas Moore Morning Hymn Thou art, O God, the life and light
William Knox Mortality O why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Christina Georgina Rossetti Mother Hen A white hen sitting on white eggs three
Robert Frost The Mountain The mountain held the town as in a shadow
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Mountain and the Squirrel The mountain and the squirrel had a quarrel
Christina Georgina Rossetti Mournful Linnets Hear what the mournful linnets say
Hilda Conkling Mouse Little mouse in gray velvet
Robert Frost Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one
Bliss Carman Mr. Moon O Moon, Mr. Moon, when you comin' down?
Anonymous Mr. Nobody I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse
Walter de la Mare Mrs. Earth Mrs. Earth makes silver black
Hilda Conkling Mushroom Song Oh little mushrooms with brown faces underneath
Ralph Waldo Emerson Music Let me go where'er I will
Elizabeth Barrett Browning A Musical Instrument What was he doing, the great god Pan
William Wordsworth Mutability From low to high doth dissolution climb
Christina Georgina Rossetti My Baby My baby has a mottled fist
Robert Louis Stevenson My Bed Is a Boat My bed is like a little boat, nurse helps me in when I embark;
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Walt Whitman My Canary Bird Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books,
Paul Laurence Dunbar My Corn-Cob Pipe Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars
Lewis Carroll My Fairy I have a fairy by my side
Thomas Edward Brown My Garden A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Ralph Waldo Emerson My Garden If I could put my woods in song
Anonymous My Heart Is High Above My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss
Robert Burns My Heart's in the Highlands My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
Edna St. Vincent Millay My Heart, Being Hungry My heart, being hungry, feeds on food the fat of heart despise
Robert Burns My Jean Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Robert Louis Stevenson My Kingdom Down by a shining water well I found a very little dell
Anonymous My Lady Wind My Lady Wind is very tall, as tall as she can be;
Anonymous My Lady's Tears I saw my Lady weep, and Sorrow proud to be advancéd so
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow My Lost Youth Often I think of the beautiful town
Anonymous My Maid Mary My maid Mary she minds the dairy,
Sir Walter Scott My Native Land Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Robert Frost My November Guest My Sorrow, when she's here with me
Stephen Collins Foster My Old Kentucky Home The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
Emily Dickinson My Period Had Come for Prayer My period had come for Prayer—No other Art—would do—
"A" My Pony My pony toss'd his sprightly head, and would have smiled, if smile he could
William Blake My Pretty Rose Tree A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore
Kate Greenaway My Robin Under the window is my garden
Robert Louis Stevenson My Shadow I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
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Robert Louis Stevenson My Ship and I O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship
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Robert Browning My Star All that I know of a certain star
Robert Louis Stevenson My Treasures These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest
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Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke Myra I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Mystery I was not; now I am—a few days hence
Hannah Flagg Gould A Name in the Sand Alone I walked the ocean strand
W. S. Gilbert The Yarn of the Nancy Bell 'Twas on the shores that round our coast
Hilda Conkling Narcissus Narcissus, I like to watch you grow
Francis Miles Finch Nathan Hale To drum-beat and heart-beat a soldier marches by
Rudyard Kipling A Nativity The Babe was laid in the Manger
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Nature As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Paul Laurence Dunbar Nature and Art The young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair
Emily Dickinson Nature Is What We See Nature is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon
William H. Davies Nature's Friend Say what you like, all things love me!
James Whitcomb Riley Naughty Claude When Little Claude was naughty wunst
Eugene Field The Naughty Doll My dolly is a dreadful care
Anonymous A Nautical Ballad A capital ship for an ocean trip, was the Walloping Window-Blind.
Anonymous The Nautilus and the Ammonite The nautilus and the ammonite were launched in friendly strife
Mary Mapes Dodge Nearly Ready In the snowing and the blowing, in the cruel sleet
Matthew Arnold The Neckan In summer on the headlands, the Baltic Sea along
Nora Archibald Smith Neighbors of the Christ Night Deep in the shelter of the cave, the ass with drooping head
Robert Louis Stevenson Nest Eggs Birds all the sunny day flutter and quarrel
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George W. Cable A New Arrival There came to port last Sunday night
Alfred Noyes The New Duckling "I want to be new," said the duckling
"A" A New Fern A Fairy has found a new fern! a lovely surprise of the May!
Anonymous The New Jerusalem Hierusalem, my happy home, when shall I come to thee?
Eliza Lee Follen The New Moon Dear mother, how pretty the moon looks to-night!
Dinah Mulock The New Year Who comes dancing over the snow
Alfred Lord Tennyson The New Year Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
Edith Nesbit New Year Snow The white snow falls on hill and dale
Walter de la Mare Nicholas Nye Thistle and darnell and dock grew there
Mary F. Butts Night The snow is white, the wind is cold—the king has sent for my three-year-old
William Blake Night The sun descending in the West,
William Blake Night The sun descending in the West,
Robert Southey Night How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air
Robert Louis Stevenson Night and Day When the golden day is done
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Mary Mapes Dodge Night and Day When I run about all day
Hilda Conkling Night Goes Rushing By Night goes hurrying over like sweeping clouds;
Francis William Bourdillon The Night Has a Thousand Eyes The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one
Sara Teasdale Night in Arizona The moon is a charring ember
Alexander Montgomerie The Night Is Near Gone Hey! now the day dawis; the jolly cock crawis
Paul Laurence Dunbar Night of Love The moon has left the sky, love
Eleanor Farjeon The Night Will Never Stay The night will never stay, the night will still go by
Eugene Field The Night Wind Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo?"
Felicia Dorothea Hemans Night-Scented Flowers "Call back your odors, lonely flowers,
Eugene Field Nightfall in Dordrecht The mill goes toiling slowly around with steady and solemn creak
William Cowper The Nightingale and the Glow-Worm A nightingale, that all day long
Celia Thaxter Nikolina O tell me, little children, have you seen her
Thomas Hood No! No sun—no moon!
Alice Cary Nobility True worth is in being, not seeming
Ben Jonson The Noble Nature It is not growing like a tree
Walter de la Mare Nobody Knows Often I've heard the Wind sigh by the ivied orchard wall
Walter de la Mare Nod Softly along the road of evening
Walt Whitman A Noiseless Patient Spider A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated
Edward Lear Nonsense Alphabet A was an Ant who seldom stood still; and who made a nice house in the side of the hill
Edward Lear Nonsense Alphabet A was an ant, who seldom stood still
Edward Lear Nonsense Verse There was an old man who said, "How shall I flee from this horrible cow?
Paul Laurence Dunbar Nora: A Serenade Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away
Eugene Field Norse Lullaby The sky is dark and the hills are white
Anonymous The North Wind Doth Blow The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow
Robert Louis Stevenson North-west Passage When the bright lamp is carried in
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Paul Laurence Dunbar Not They Who Soar Not they who soar, but they who plod
Sara Teasdale November The world is tired, the year is old,
Walter de la Mare November There is wind where the rose was
Alice Cary November The leaves are fading and falling,
Robert Frost Now Close the Windows Now close the windows and hush all the fields
Alfred Lord Tennyson Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
Mary Mapes Dodge Now the Noisy Winds Are Still Now the noisy winds are still
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Nuremberg In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
William Blake Nurse's Song When the voices of children are heard on the green and whisperings are in the dale
William Blake Nurse's Song When voices of children are heard on the green,
Mrs. Carter Nursery Song As I walked over the hill one day
Anonymous The Nut-Brown Maid Be it right or wrong, these men among
Sir Walter Raleigh The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young
Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
Isaac Watts O God, Our Help in Ages Past O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come,
Christina Georgina Rossetti O Lady Moon O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Phillips Brooks O Little Town of Bethlehem! O little town of Bethlehem! How still we see thee lie,
Christina Georgina Rossetti O Sailor, Come Ashore O sailor, come ashore, What have you brought for me?
Christina Georgina Rossetti O Wind O wind, where have you been
Christina Georgina Rossetti O Wind O wind, why do you never rest
John Mason Neale O'er the Hill and O'er the Vale O'er the hill and o'er the vale come three kings together
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Oak Live thy life, young and old,
Mary Howitt The Oak Tree Sing for the oak tree, the monarch of the wood
Phoebe Cary Obedience If you're told to do a thing, and mean to do it really
Paul Laurence Dunbar October October is the treasurer of the year
Robert Frost October O hushed October morning mild
Helen Hunt Jackson October's Bright Blue Weather O suns and skies and clouds of June,
George Cooper October's Party October gave a party; the leaves by hundreds came
Joseph Addison An Ode The spacious firmament on high with all the blue ethereal sky
Paul Laurence Dunbar Ode for Memorial Day Done are the toils and the wearisome marches
John Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness
John Keats Ode on Indolence One morn before me were three figures seen
John Keats Ode on Melancholy No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
William Wordsworth Ode to Duty Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
Paul Laurence Dunbar Ode to Ethiopia O Mother Race! to thee I bring
John Keats Ode to Psyche O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
Percy Bysshe Shelley Ode to the West Wind O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
William Wordsworth Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
Alfred Lord Tennyson Oenone There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Anonymous Of a Rose Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge
Alfred Lord Tennyson Of Old Sat Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
Walter de la Mare Off the Ground Three jolly Farmers, once bet a pound
Mary Mapes Dodge An Offertory Oh, the beauty of the Christ Child
Alfred Lord Tennyson Oh! Yet We Trust Oh! yet we trust that somehow good, will be the final goal of ill,
Hilda Conkling Oh, My Hazel-Eyed Mother Oh, my hazel-eyed mother,
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Ol' Tunes You kin talk about yer anthems
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Old Apple-Tree There's a memory keeps a-runnin' through my weary head to-night
Hilda Conkling The Old Bridge The old bridge has a wrinkled face.
Mary Howitt Old Christmas Now he who knows old Christmas, he knows a carle of worth
Anonymous An Old Christmas Carol God bless the master of this house,
Anonymous An Old Christmas Carol As Joseph was a-waukin, he heard an angel sing,
Anonymous The Old Cloak This winter's weather it waxeth cold
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Old Clock on the Stairs Somewhat back from the village street
Anonymous Old Dame Cricket Old Dame Cricket, down in a thicket, brought up her children nine
Anonymous An Old English Carol Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro,
Stephen Collins Foster Old Folks at Home Way down upon de Swanee Ribber
James Whitcomb Riley Old Glory Old Glory! say, who, by the ships and the crew,
Alfred Noyes Old Grey Squirrel A great while ago there was a school-boy
Albert Gorton Greene Old Grimes Old Grimes is dead; that good old man
Walter de la Mare The Old House A very, very old house I know
Oliver Wendell Holmes Old Ironsides Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Beatrix Potter Old Mr. Pricklepin Old Mr. Pricklepin has never a cushion to stick his pins in
Samuel Woodworth The Old Oaken Bucket How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood
Laura E. Richards An Old Rat's Tale He was a rat, and she was a rat,
Anonymous An Old Song of Fairies Come, follow, follow me, you, fairy elves that be:
John Masefield An Old Song Re-Sung I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing, a-sailing
James Whitcomb Riley The Old Swimmin'-Hole Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Thomas Noel Old Winter Old Winter sad, in snow yclad
Charles Kingsley The Old, Old Song When all the world is young, lad and all the trees are green
Emily Dickinson Old-Fashioned Arcturis is his other name,
Alfred Noyes On a Mountain Top On this high altar, fringed with ferns
Alfred Lord Tennyson On a Mourner Nature, so far as in her lies
Alfred Noyes On a Railway Platform A drizzle of drifting rain
William Cowper On a Spaniel, Called Beau, Killing a Young Bird A Spaniel, Beau, that fares like you, well fed, and at his ease,
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too?
James Whitcomb Riley On Any Ordenary Man in a High State of Laughture and Delight As its give' me to percieve, I most certin'y believe
Samuel Taylor Coleridge On Donne's Poetry With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots
John Keats On First Looking into Chapman's Homer Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
John Milton On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent
John Keats On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem
Kate Greenaway On the Bridge If I could see a little fish
Henry Constable On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney Give pardon, blesséd soul, to my bold cries
William Wetmore Story On the Desert All around to the bound of the vast horizon's round
Alfred Noyes On the Downs Wide-eyed our childhood roamed the world
John Keats On the Grasshopper and the Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead
Christina Georgina Rossetti On the Grassy Banks On the grassy banks lambkins at their pranks
William Dunbar On the Nativity of Christ Rorate coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris!
Lord Byron On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year 'Tis time the heart should be unmoved
Anonymous Once I Saw a Little Bird Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop.
Cecil Frances Alexander Once in Royal David's City Once in royal David's city
Adelaide Anne Procter One by One One by one the sands are flowing
Paul Laurence Dunbar One Life Oh, I am hurt to death, my Love
Christina Georgina Rossetti One Rose I have but one rose in the world
Percy Bysshe Shelley One Word One word is too often profaned
Henry C. Bunner One, Two, Three It was an old, old, old, old lady,
Hilda Conkling Only Morning-Glory That Flowered Under the vine I saw one morning-glory
Edward Rowland Sill Opportunity This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream
Paul Laurence Dunbar Opportunity Granny's gone a-visitin', seen her git her shawl
Christina Georgina Rossetti Orange What is pink? a rose is pink
John Greenleaf Whittier Oriental Maxims: Conduct Heed how thou livest. Do no act by day
John Greenleaf Whittier Oriental Maxims: Laying Up Treasure Before the Ender comes, whose charioteer
John Greenleaf Whittier Oriental Maxims: The Inward Judge The soul itself its awful witness is
William Shakespeare Orpheus with His Lute Orpheus with his lute made trees,
William Shakespeare Othello, Act II, Scene 3 Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Rudyard Kipling Our Fathers of Old Excellent herbs had our fathers of old—
Mary Howliston Our Flag There are many flags in many lands,
James Whitcomb Riley Our Hired Girl Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
Christina Georgina Rossetti Our Little Baby Fell Asleep Our little baby fell asleep, and may not wake again
George MacDonald Out in the Cold Out in the cold, with a thin-worn fold
Emily Dickinson Out of the Morning Will there really be a morning?
Robert Frost The Oven-bird There is a singer everyone has heard
Anonymous Over and Over Again Over and over again, no matter which way I turn
William Shakespeare Over Hill, Over Dale Over hill, over dale, through bush, through brier
Olive A. Wadsworth Over in the Meadow Over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun,
Olive A. Wadsworth Over in the Meadow Over in the meadow in a nest built of sticks
Eugene Field Over the Hills and Far Away Over the hills and far away a little boy steals from his morning play
Rudyard Kipling The Overland-Mail In the name of the Empress of India, make way
John Greenleaf Whittier Overruled The threads our hands in blindness spin
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Owl When cats run home and light is come
Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussy-Cat The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat
Madison Cawein The Owlet When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams
Thomas Hardy The Oxen Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
Percy Bysshe Shelley Ozymandias of Egypt I met a traveller from an antique land
William Shakespeare The Pageant Our revels now are ended: These our actors
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Palace of Art I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Robert Frost Pan with Us Pan came out of the woods one day—
James Whitcomb Riley Pansies Pansies! Pansies! How I love you, pansies!
Robert Browning From Paracelsus: First Song I hear a voice, perchance I heard
Robert Browning From Paracelsus: Second Song Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Robert Browning From Paracelsus: Third Song Over the sea our galleys went
Michael Drayton The Parting Since there 's no help, come let us kiss and part—
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Party Dey had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night
Percy Bysshe Shelley Passage of the Apennines Listen, listen, Mary mine, to the whisper of the Apennine,
Paul Laurence Dunbar Passion and Love A maiden wept and, as a comforter
Christopher Marlowe The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Come live with me and be my love
Robert Frost The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring
Robert Frost A Patch of Old Snow There's a patch of old snow in a corner
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Path There are no beaten paths to Glory's height
Robert Browning The Patriot It was roses, roses all the way
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Paul Revere's Ride Listen my children, and you shall hear
Robert Frost Pea Brush I walked down alone Sunday after church
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Peach Tree The peach tree on the southern wall
Hilda Conkling Peacock Feathers On trees of fairyland grow peacock feathers of daylight colors
Christina Georgina Rossetti Peacock's Eyes The peacock has a score of eyes
Frank Dempster Sherman Pebbles Out of a pellucid brook, pebbles round and smooth I took:
William Brighty Rands The Peddler's Caravan I wish I lived in a caravan
Emily Dickinson The Pedigree of Honey The pedigree of honey, does not concern the bee;
Anonymous A Pedlar Fine knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new
Hilda Conkling Pegasus Come dear Pegasus, I said
Emily Dickinson Perhaps You'd Like To Buy a Flower Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower? But I could never sell.
William Wordsworth Personal Talk I am not One who much or oft delight
William Wordsworth The Pet Lamb The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
William Wordsworth The Pet Lamb The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink
Alfred Noyes Peter Quince Peter Quince was nine year old
Laura E. Richards Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout "Oh, Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout are two little goblins black,
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Phantom All look and likeness caught from earth
Robert Browning Pheidippides First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Dinah Maria Mulock Philip, My King! Look at me with thy large brown eyes,
Nicholas Breton Phillida and Coridon In the merry month of May, in a morn by break of day
Thomas Lodge Phillis I My Phillis hath the morning sun
Thomas Lodge Phillis II Love guards the roses of thy lips
Sir Philip Sidney Philomela The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
Edna St. Vincent Millay The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you
Anonymous Phyllida's Love-Call Corydon, arise, my Corydon!
Paul Laurence Dunbar Phyllis Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day
Robert Louis Stevenson Picture-Books in Winter Summer fading, winter comes—frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Browning The Pied Piper of Hamelin Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, by famous Hanover city;
Alice Cary The Pig and the Hen The pig and the hen, they both got in one pen
Michael Drayton Pigwiggen Arms Himself He quickly arms him for the field
John Bunyan The Pilgrim Who would true valor see, let him come hither!
Rudyard Kipling A Pilgrim's Way I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way
Ann Taylor The Pin "Dear me! what signifies a pin
Richard Le Gallienne The Pine Lady O have you seen the Pine Lady
Hilda Conkling Pink Rose-Petals Pink rose-petals fluttering down in hosts
William Blake The Piper Piping down the valleys wild, piping songs of pleasant glee,
Robert Browning Pippa's Song The year's at the spring, and day's at the morn;
Robert Louis Stevenson Pirate Story Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Eugene Field Pittypat and Tippytoe All day long they come and go—Pittypat and Tippytoe
James Whitcomb Riley The Pixy People It was just a very merry fairy dream!
Charles Edward Carryl The Plaint of the Camel Canary birds feed on sugar and seed,
William Cullen Bryant The Planting of the Apple-Tree Come, let us plant the apple-tree.
Laurence Alma-Tadema Playgrounds In summer I am very glad
Rudyard Kipling Playing Robinson Crusoe Pussy can sit by the fire and sing
Edward Lear The Pobble Who Has No Toes The Pobble who has no toes had once as many as we
Hilda Conkling Poems See the fur coats go by!
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Poet and His Song A song is but a little thing
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Poet's Song The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
William Blake A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end
William Brighty Rands Polly Brown eyes, straight nose; dirt pies, rumpled clothes
Christina Georgina Rossetti Polly and Poll I have a Poll parrot, and Poll is my doll
William Shakespeare Polonius' Advice See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue
William Shakespeare Polonius's Advice There,—my blessing with you!
Hilda Conkling Poplars The poplars bow forward and back;
Hilda Conkling Poppy Oh big red poppy you look stern and sturdy,
Jane Taylor The Poppy High on a bright and sunny bed a scarlet poppy grew
Edna St. Vincent Millay Portrait by a Neighbor Before she has her floor swept
Christina Georgina Rossetti Pound What will you give me for my pound?
Rudyard Kipling The Power of the Dog There is sorrow enough in the natural way
Anonymous Praise of His Lady Give place, you ladies, and begone!
Robert Mannyng of Brunne Praise of Women No thyng ys to man so dere
Edwin Markham A Prayer Teach me, Father, how to go
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Prayer O Lord, the hard-won miles have worn my stumbling feet
Robert Frost A Prayer in Spring Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day
James Whitcomb Riley The Prayer Perfect Dear Lord! kind Lord! Gracious Lord! I pray
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Praying and Loving He prayeth best who loveth best
Emily Dickinson Precious Words He ate and drank the precious words
Thomas Hood Precocious Piggy "Where are you going to, you little pig?"
Paul Laurence Dunbar Premonition Dear heart, good-night! Nay, list awhile that sweet voice singing
Paul Laurence Dunbar Preparation The little bird sits in the nest and sings
Anonymous Preparations Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord
James Russell Lowell The Present Crisis Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
Anonymous A Pretty Game The sun and the rain in fickle weather
Laura E. Richards Prince Tatters Little Prince Tatters has lost his cap!
James Whitcomb Riley Prior to Miss Belle's Appearance What makes you come here fer, Mister,
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Problem I like a church; I like a cowl
Paul Laurence Dunbar Promise I grew a rose within a garden fair
Emily Dickinson Proof That I did always love, I bring thee proof
Robert Browning Prospice "The journey is done, the summit attained,
Edmund Spenser Prothalamion Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow A Psalm of Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Anonymous Psalm XXIV Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Psyche The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
William Shakespeare Puck and the Fairy How now, spirit! whither wander you?
John Greenleaf Whittier The Pumpkin Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun
Hilda Conkling Purple Asters It isn't alone the asters in my garden,
Gelett Burgess The Purple Cow I never saw a purple cow
Christina Georgina Rossetti Pussy Has a Whiskered Face Pussy has a whiskered face
Anonymous Pussy-Cat Mew Pussy-Cat Mew jumped over a coal
Anonymous The Quarrelsome Kittens Two little kittens, one stormy night, began to quarrel, and then to fight;
Thomas Hood Queen Mab A little fairy comes at night, her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
Eudora Bumstead The Quest There once was a restless boy, who dwelt in a home by the sea
Rudyard Kipling The Question Brethren how shall it fare with me
Oliver Wendell Holmes "Qui Vive!" "Qui vive!"  The sentry's musket rings,
Anonymous Quia Amore Langueo In a valley of this restles mind
Matthew Arnold Quiet Work One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee
Robert Browning Rabbi Ben Ezra Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be
Elizabeth Madox Roberts The Rabbit When they said the time to hide was mine
Anonymous The Rabbits Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook,
James Whitcomb Riley The Raggedy Man O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa
Anonymous The Raggle, Taggle Gypsies There were three gypsies a-come to my door,
Emily Dickinson The Railway Train I like to see it lap the miles,
Robert Louis Stevenson The Rain The rain is raining all around
            illustrated by Myrtle Sheldon
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Sara Teasdale Rain at Night The street-lamps shine in a yellow line,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Rain in Summer How beautiful is the rain! after the dust and the heat
Paul Laurence Dunbar Rain-Songs The rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky
William Wordsworth The Rainbow My heart leaps up when I behold
Thomas Campbell The Rainbow Triumphal arch, that fills the sky
Friedrich Schiller The Rainbow a Riddle A bridge weaves its arch with pearls
Lizzie M. Hadley The Rainbow Fairies Two little clouds one summer's day
Anonymous The Raindrop's Ride Some little drops of water whose home was in the sea
Amelia Josephine Burr Raining Raining, raining, all night long
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Rainy Day The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
Hilda Conkling Rambler Rose Rambler Rose in great clusters
Alexander Pope The Rape of the Lock: Canto I What dire offence from am'rous causes springs
Edgar Allan Poe The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Anna B. Warner Ready for Duty Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold
Sir Walter Scott Rebecca's Hymn When Israel, of the Lord beloved, out of the land of bondage came
Rudyard Kipling Recessional God of our fathers, known of old—
Hilda Conkling Red Cross Song When I heard the bees humming in the hive
Hilda Conkling Red Moon The red moon comes out in the night.
Hilda Conkling Red Rooster Red rooster in your gray coop
Hilda Conkling Red-Cap Moss Have you seen red-cap moss
William Wordsworth The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
Paul Laurence Dunbar Religion I am no priest of crooks nor creeds
Robert Frost Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods
Walter de la Mare Remembrance The sky was like a waterdrop
Sydney Dayre Remorse I killed a robin. The little thing,
Edna St. Vincent Millay Renascence All I could see from where I stood
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Reproof Hop-o'-My-Thumb and little Jack Horner, what do you mean by tearing and fighting?
Robert Louis Stevenson Requiem Under the wide and starry sky
Matthew Arnold Requiescat Strew on her roses, roses
John Greenleaf Whittier Requirement We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave
William Wordsworth Resolution and Independence There was a roaring in the wind all night
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Rest Rest is not quitting, the busy career;
Paul Laurence Dunbar Retort "Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart
Paul Laurence Dunbar Retrospection When you and I were young, the days
Alfred Noyes A Return from the Air Set the clocks going, turn on the light
Robert Frost Revelation We make ourselves a place apart
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Revenge At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay
William Wordsworth The Reverie of Poor Susan At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Sir Thomas Wyatt A Revocation What should I say?—Since Faith is dead
Alfred Noyes The Reward of Song Why do we make our music? Oh, blind dark strings reply
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Rhodora In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods
Alfred Noyes The Rhythm of Life "Come back, to the tidal sun," the Angel of Morning said
William Shakespeare Richard II, Act II, Scene 1 This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Riddle There is one that has a head without an eye
Eugene Field The Ride to Bumpville Play that my knee was a calico mare
Paul Laurence Dunbar Riding to Town When labor is light and the morning is fair
Paul Laurence Dunbar Right's Security What if the wind do howl without
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Excerpt from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" He prayeth well who loveth well
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Ring A ring upon her finger walks the bride
Alfred Lord Tennyson Ring Out, Wild Bells Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Rising of the Storm The lake's dark breast is all unrest
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Rivals 'Twas three an' thirty year ago
Lucy Larcom The Rivulet Run, little rivulet, run! Summer is fairly begun
Robert Frost The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Anonymous The Robber Kitten A kitten once to its mother said, "I'll never more be good,
William Cullen Bryant Robert of Lincoln Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
William Cullen Bryant Robert of Lincoln Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Laurence Alma-Tadema The Robin When father takes his spade to dig
Celia Thaxter The Robin In the tall elm tree sat the Robin bright
Robert Henryson Robin and Makyne Robin sat on gude green hill
John Keats Robin Hood No! those days are gone away
Anonymous Robin Hood and the Butcher Come, all you brave gallants, and listen a while,
Emily Dickinson The Robin Is the One The robin is the one, that interrupts the morn
William Allingham Robin Redbreast Good-by, good-by to Summer!
Alfred Noyes The Rock Pool Bright as a fallen fragment of the sky
Eugene Field The Rock-a-By Lady The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby Street comes stealing; comes creeping
Mother Goose Rock-a-Bye, Baby Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
Josiah Gilbert Holland Rockaby, Lullaby Rockaby, lullaby, bees on the clover!
Josiah Gilbert Holland Rockaby, Lullaby Rockaby, lullaby, bees on the clover!
Hilda Conkling Rolling In of the Wave It was night when the sky was dark blue
Robert Louis Stevenson Romance I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Gabriel Setoun Romance I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing on the sea
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Romance of the Swan's Nest Little Ellie sits alone 'mid the beeches of the meadow
Alexander Scott A Rondel of Love Lo, quhat it is to love learn ye that list to prove
Jane Euphemia Browne The Rooks The rooks are building on the trees
Thomas Lodge Rosalind's Madrigal Love in my bosom like a bee
Thomas Lodge Rosaline Like to the clear in highest sphere
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Rose The rose with such a bonny blush
Robert Frost Rose Pogonias A saturated meadow
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Rose That Blushes The rose that blushes rosy red
Hilda Conkling Rose-Moss Little Rose-moss beside the stone,
Hilda Conkling Rose-Petal Petal with rosy cheeks, petal with thoughts of your own,
Christina Georgina Rossetti Rosy Maiden Winifred Rosy maiden Winifred with a milkpail on her head
Laura E. Richards Rosy Posy There was a little Rosy, and she had a little nosy
Robert Charles A Roundabout Turn A toad that lived on Albury Heath wanted to see the world
            illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke
Walter de la Mare The Ruin When the last colours of the day
Robert Frost The Runaway Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall
Elizabeth Lee Follen Runaway Brook "Stop, stop, pretty water!"
Christina Georgina Rossetti Rushes Rushes in a watery place and reeds in a hollow
Alfred Noyes The Rustling of Grass I cannot tell why, but the rustling of grass
Thomas Hood Ruth She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Margaret Johnson A Sad Little Lass "Why sit you here, my lass?" said he.
Emily Dickinson The Saddest Noise, the Sweetest Noise The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
Anonymous The Sailors' Delight Red sky at night is the sailors' delight;
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Saint Filomena (Florence Nightingale) Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,
Anonymous The Salcombe Seaman's Flaunt to the Proud Pirate A lofty ship from Salcombe came, blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
Robert Greene Samela Like to Diana in her summer weed
Anonymous A Sand Castle The tide is out, and all the strand is glistening in the summer sun;
Margaret Vandegrift The Sandman The rosy clouds float overhead
Celia Thaxter The Sandpiper Across the lonely beach we flit
Charles Kingsley The Sands of Dee "O Mary, go and call the cattle home
Anonymous Santa Claus He comes in the night! He comes in the night!
Arthur Hugh Clough Say Not, the Struggle Naught Availeth Say not, the struggle naught availeth, the labor and the wounds are vain,
William Blake The Schoolboy I love to rise in a summer morn
Walter de la Mare The Scribe What lovely things thy hand hath made
Andrew Lang Scythe Song Mowers, weary and brown and blithe
Emily Dickinson The Sea An everywhere of silver,
Barry Cornwall The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea!
Barry Cornwall The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea!
Anonymous The Sea The Sea is a good friend of mine;
William Shakespeare A Sea Dirge Full fathom five thy father lies:
John Masefield Sea Fever I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
Richard Hovey The Sea Gypsy I am fevered with the sunset
Anonymous The Sea Princess In a palace of pearl and seaweed, set around with shining shells,
Katherine Pyle The Sea Princess In a garden of shining sea-weed,
Amy Lowell The Sea Shell Sea Shell, Sea Shell, sing me a song, O please!
James Whitcomb Riley A Sea Song from the Shore Hail! Ho! Sail! Ho! Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!
Sara Teasdale The Sea Wind I am a pool in a peaceful place,
Alfred Noyes Sea-Distances His native sea-washed isle
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Sea-Fairies Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Hilda Conkling Sea-Gull From a yellow strip of sand I watch a gull go by.
Christina Georgina Rossetti Sea-Horses The horses of the sea rear a foaming crest
Ralph Waldo Emerson Sea-Shore I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Hilda Conkling Seagarde I will return to you O stillest and dearest,
Rudyard Kipling Seal Lullaby Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
Alfred Noyes The Search-Lights Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight
Edna St. Vincent Millay Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Secret What says the wind to the waving trees?
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Secret of the Sea Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Seedling As a quiet little seedling lay within its darksome bed
Eugene Field Seein' Things I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice
Matthew Arnold Self-Dependence Weary of myself, and sick of asking
Robert Greene Sephestia's Lullaby Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee
Helen Hunt Jackson September The goldenrod is yellow; the corn is turning brown
Frank Dempster Sherman September Here's a lyric for September,
William Wordsworth September 1802: Near Dover Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood
Frances Crosby A Serenade for New Year's Eve 'Tis midnight and nature is sunk to repose
Emily Dickinson A Service of Song Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
Wilhelmina Seegmuller Seven Little Chicks Seven little chicks go, "Peep, peep, peep,"
Jean Ingelow Seven Times One There's no dew left on the daisies and clover
Anonymous Sewing If Mother Nature patches
Walter de la Mare Shadow Even the beauty of the rose doth cast
Lilian Dynevor Rice Shadow-Town Ferry Sway to and fro in the twilight gray; this is the ferry of Shadow-town
Hilda Conkling Shady Bronn When the clouds come deep against the sky
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Shakespeare A vision as of crowded city streets,
Lord Byron She Walks In Beauty She walks in beauty like the night
William Wordsworth She Was a Phantom of Delight She was a Phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight
Katharine Tynan Hinkson Sheep and Lambs All in the April morning, April airs were abroad
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Shell See what a lovely shell, small and pure as a pearl,
William Blake The Shepherd How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot!
James Russell Lowell The Shepherd of King Admetus There came a youth upon the earth
Thomas Buchanan Read Sheridan's Ride Up from the South at break of day
Hilda Conkling Shiny Brook Oh, shiny brook, I watch you on your way to the sea,
Gabriel Setoun The Ship I saw a ship a-sailing
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Ship of State Sail on, sail on, O Ship of State!
John Greenleaf Whittier The Ship-Builders The sky is ruddy in the east
Paul Laurence Dunbar Ships That Pass in the Night Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing
Edith M. Thomas Shoe or Stocking In Holland, children set their shoes
Hilda Conkling Short Story I found the gold on the hill; I found the hid gold!
Eugene Field Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks sit together, building blocks
Eugene Field The Shut-Eye Train Come, my little one, with me!
William Blake The Sick Rose O rose thou art sick
Hilda Conkling Siegfried "Siegfried, hear us! Give us back the ring!"
Edward Jenner Signs of Rain The hollow winds begin to blow, the clouds look black, the glass is low
Paul Laurence Dunbar Signs of the Times Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah
Sir Walter Raleigh The Silent Lover Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams
Walter de la Mare Silver Slowly, silently, now the moon
Elinor Wylie Silver Filigree The icicles wreathing
Hilda Conkling Silverhorn It is out in the mountains I find him
William Shakespeare Silvia Who is Silvia? what is she,
Mother Goose Simple Simon Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair
Anonymous Since First I Saw Your Face Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye
Mother Goose Sing a Song of Sixpence Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye:
Christina Georgina Rossetti Sing Me a Song Sing me a song—what shall I sing?
William Motherwell Sing on, Blithe Bird! I've plucked the berry from the bush, the brown nut from the tree,
Anonymous Sing, Little Bird Sing, little bird, when the skies are blue,
Lucy Larcom The Sing-Away Bird Have you ever heard of the Sing-away bird
Rudyard Kipling From The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer
Edmund Clarence Stedman The Singer O Lark! sweet lark! Where learn you all your minstrelsy?
Robert Louis Stevenson Singing Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Louis Stevenson Singing Time I wake up in the morning early
Alfred Lord Tennyson Sir Galahad My good blade carves the casques of men
Anonymous Sir Patrick Spens The king sits in Dunfermline town,
Lucy Larcom Sir Robin Rollicking Robin is here again.
Michael Drayton Sirena Near to the silver Trent Sirena dwelleth
Anonymous Sister, Awake! Sister, awake! close not your eyes!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Skeleton in Armor "Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Alfred Noyes A Sky Song The Devil has launched his great, grey craft
Alfred Noyes The Sky-Lark Caged Beat, little breast, against the wires
James Hogg The Skylark Bird of the wilderness, blithesome and cumberless
Emily Dickinson A Slash of Blue A slash of Blue—A sweep of Gray
Sir Philip Sidney Sleep Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace
Elizabeth Barrett Browning The Sleep Of all the thoughts of God that are
Anonymous Sleep, Baby, Sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches his sheep
Edith Nesbit Sleep, My Treasure Sleep, sleep, my treasure
Arthur Hugh Clough A Sleeping Child Lips, lips, open! Up comes a little bird that lives inside
Emily Dickinson The Sleeping Flowers "Whose are the little beds," I asked
William Wordsworth A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal A slumber did my spirit seal, I had no human fears
Christopher Morley Smells Why is it that the poets tell
Emily Dickinson The Snake A narrow fellow in the grass
Christina Georgina Rossetti Snow There's snow on the fields and cold in the cottage
Emily Dickinson The Snow It sifts from leaden sieves,
F. C. Woodworth The Snow Bird The ground was all covered with snow one day
Rickman Mark Snow in Town Nothing is quite so quiet and clean
Sara Teasdale Snow Song Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Frank Dempster Sherman The Snow-Bird When all the ground with snow is white,
Hilda Conkling Snow-Capped Mountain Snow-capped mountain, so white, so tall
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Snow-Flakes Out of the bosom of the Air
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Snow-Storm Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Ralph Waldo Emerson From The Snow-Storm Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Hezekiah Butterworth The Snowbird In the rosy light trills the gay swallow,
John Greenleaf Whittier Snowbound The sun that brief December day
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Snowdrop Many, many welcomes, February, fair maid,
Laurence Alma-Tadema Snowdrops Little ladies, white and green, with your spears about you
Hilda Conkling Snowflake Song Snowflakes come in fleets like ships over the sea.
Mary Mapes Dodge Snowflakes Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky
Hilda Conkling Snowstorm Snowflakes are dancing. They run down out of heaven.
Lord Byron So We'll Go No More A-Roving So we'll go no more a-roving
Eugene Field So, So, Rockabye So So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins grow
Sir Walter Scott "Soldier, Rest!" Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
William Wordsworth The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field,
Alexander Pope Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care
William Cowper The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk I am monarch of all I survey
Anonymous Some Little Mice Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;
Peter Carlson Some Names in the U. S. of A. Walla Walla, Paw Paw, Kalamazoo
Walter de la Mare Some One Some one came knocking at my wee, small door;
Rose Fyleman Sometimes Some nights are magic nights
Kate Greenaway Somewhere Town Which is the way to Somewhere Town?
Mark Alexander Boyd Sonet Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin
Paul Laurence Dunbar Song My heart to thy heart, my hand to thine
Hilda Conkling Song A scarlet bird went sailing away through the wood
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Song The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
Sir Philip Sidney Song Who hath his fancy pleaséd with fruits of happy sight
James Whitcomb Riley A Song There is ever a song somewhere, my dear;
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Song A sunny shaft did I behold
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Song My soul, lost in the music's mist
Thomas Love Peacock Song For the tender beech and the sapling oak, that grow by the shadowy rill
Alfred Noyes Song I came to the door of the House of Love
William Blake Song Memory, hither come, and tune your merry notes
Christopher Morley Song for a Little House I'm glad our house is a little house
Hilda Conkling Song for a Play Soldier drop that golden spear!
Thomas Hood Song for Music A lake and a fairy boat to sail in the moonlight clear
Anna Hempstead Branch A Song for My Mother: Her Hands My mother's hands are cool and fair,
Joseph Rodman Drake Song from "The Culprit Fay" Ouphe and Goblin! Imp and Sprite!
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  Good Luck Befall You, Mariners All Good luck befall you, mariners all, that sail this world so wide!
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  Happy by the Hearth Happy by the hearth sit the lasses and the lads, now
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  In Devonshire, Now In Devonshire, now, the Christmas chime is carolling over the lea
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  It Is the Spring-tide Now It is the Spring-tide now! Under the hawthorn-bough
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  Now the Purple Night Is Past Now the purple night is past, now the moon more faintly glows
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  Nymphs and Naiads, Come Away Nymphs and naiads, come away—Love lies dead!
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  O You Beautiful Land O you beautiful land, deep-bosomed with beeches and bright
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  Sing We the Rose Sing we the Rose, the flower of flowers most glorious!
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  The Moon Is Up The moon is up: the stars are bright: the wind is fresh and free!
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  The Same Sun Is O'er Us The same sun is o'er us, the same Love shall find us
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  The Same Sun Is O'er Us II The same Sun is o'er us, the same Love shall find us
Alfred Noyes Song from Drake:  Ye That Follow the Vision Ye that follow the vision of the world's weal afar
Bayard Taylor The Song in Camp "Give us a song!" the soldiers cried
Edna St. Vincent Millay Song of a Second April April this year, not otherwise
Helen Hunt Jackson A Song of Clover I wonder what the Clover thinks
Celia Thaxter A Song of Easter Sing, children, sing! And the lily censers swing
Walter de la Mare Song of Enchantment A Song of Enchantment I sang me there, in a green—green wood, by waters fair
Walter de la Mare The Song of Finis At the edge of All the Ages a Knight sate on his steed
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Song of Hiawatha Should you ask me, whence these stories?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Song of Illyrian Peasants Up, up, ye dames, ye lassies gay
Charles Mackay Song of Life A traveller on a dusty road
Lewis Carroll A Song of Love Say, what is the spell, when her fledglings are cheeping,
William Cullen Bryant Song of Marion's Men Our band is few but true and tried, our leader frank and bold
Walt Whitman Song of Myself I celebrate myself, and sing myself
Walter de la Mare The Song of Shadows Sweep thy faint Strings, Musician
Alfred Noyes A Song of Sherwood Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Paul Laurence Dunbar Song of Summer Dis is gospel weathah sho'
Marian Douglas The Song of the Busy Bee Buzz! buzz! buzz! This is the song of the bee.
Sydney Lanier Song of the Chattahoochee Out of the hills of Habersham,
Madison Cawein Song of the Elf When the poppies with their shield
William Butler Yeats The Song of the Happy Shepherd The woods of Arcady are dead
Walter de la Mare The Song of the Mad Prince Who said, 'Peacock Pie?' the old King to the sparrow
Alfred Noyes A Song of the Plough Idle, comfortless, bare, the broad bleak acres lie
Charles Kingsley Song of the River Clear and cool, clear and cool,
Walter de la Mare The Song of the Secret Where is beauty? Gone, gone:
Thomas Hood The Song of the Shirt With fingers weary and worn, with eyelids heavy and red
Walter de la Mare The Song of the Soldiers As I sat musing by the frozen dyke,
William Butler Yeats The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood,
John Milton Song on a May Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Alfred Noyes The Song-Tree Grow, my song, like a tree, as thou hast ever grown
William Blake From Songs of Experience Hear the voice of the Bard, who present, past, and future, sees;
William Wordsworth Sonnet Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Edgar Allan Poe Sonnet — To Science Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art
William Shakespeare Sonnet 1 From fairest creatures we desire increase
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 1 Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no
William Shakespeare Sonnet 10 For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any
William Shakespeare Sonnet 100 Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
William Shakespeare Sonnet 101 O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends for thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
William Shakespeare Sonnet 102 My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming
William Shakespeare Sonnet 103 Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
William Shakespeare Sonnet 104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old
William Shakespeare Sonnet 105 Let not my love be called idolatry
William Shakespeare Sonnet 106 When in the chronicle of wasted time
William Shakespeare Sonnet 107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
William Shakespeare Sonnet 108 What's in the brain, that ink may character
William Shakespeare Sonnet 109 O, never say that I was false of heart
William Shakespeare Sonnet 11 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
William Shakespeare Sonnet 110 Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there
William Shakespeare Sonnet 111 O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
William Shakespeare Sonnet 112 Your love and pity doth th' impression fill
William Shakespeare Sonnet 113 Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
William Shakespeare Sonnet 114 Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you
William Shakespeare Sonnet 115 Those lines that I before have writ do lie
William Shakespeare Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds
William Shakespeare Sonnet 117 Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
William Shakespeare Sonnet 118 Like as, to make our appetites more keen
William Shakespeare Sonnet 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
William Shakespeare Sonnet 12 When I do count the clock that tells the time
William Shakespeare Sonnet 120 That you were once unkind befriends me now
William Shakespeare Sonnet 121 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
William Shakespeare Sonnet 122 Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
William Shakespeare Sonnet 123 No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
William Shakespeare Sonnet 124 If my dear love were but the child of state
William Shakespeare Sonnet 125 Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
William Shakespeare Sonnet 126 O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
William Shakespeare Sonnet 127 In the old age black was not counted fair
William Shakespeare Sonnet 128 How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
William Shakespeare Sonnet 129 The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
William Shakespeare Sonnet 13 O! that you were your self; but, love you are
William Shakespeare Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
William Shakespeare Sonnet 131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
William Shakespeare Sonnet 132 Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
William Shakespeare Sonnet 133 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
William Shakespeare Sonnet 134 So, now I have confessed that he is thine
William Shakespeare Sonnet 14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
William Shakespeare Sonnet 15 When I consider every thing that grows
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 15 Only until this cigarette is ended
William Shakespeare Sonnet 16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 16 Once more into my arid days like dew
William Shakespeare Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come
William Shakespeare Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
William Shakespeare Sonnet 19 Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
William Shakespeare Sonnet 2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 2 Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
William Shakespeare Sonnet 20 A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
William Shakespeare Sonnet 21 So is it not with me as with that Muse
William Shakespeare Sonnet 22 My glass shall not persuade me I am old
William Shakespeare Sonnet 23 As an unperfect actor on the stage
William Shakespeare Sonnet 24 Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stell'd
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 24 When you, that at this moment are to me
William Shakespeare Sonnet 25 Let those who are in favour with their stars
William Shakespeare Sonnet 26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
William Shakespeare Sonnet 27 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
William Shakespeare Sonnet 28 How can I then return in happy plight
William Shakespeare Sonnet 29 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 3 Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring
William Shakespeare Sonnet 3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
William Shakespeare Sonnet 30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
William Shakespeare Sonnet 31 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 31 Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
William Shakespeare Sonnet 32 If thou survive my well-contented day
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 32 Here is a wound that never will heal, I know
William Shakespeare Sonnet 33 Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 33 I shall go back again to the bleak shore
William Shakespeare Sonnet 34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
William Shakespeare Sonnet 35 No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
William Shakespeare Sonnet 36 Let me confess that we two must be twain
William Shakespeare Sonnet 37 As a decrepit father takes delight
William Shakespeare Sonnet 38 How can my muse want subject to invent
William Shakespeare Sonnet 39 O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
William Shakespeare Sonnet 4 Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 4 Not in this chamber only at my birth
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 40 Loving you less than life, a little less
William Shakespeare Sonnet 40 Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
William Shakespeare Sonnet 41 Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
William Shakespeare Sonnet 42 That thou hast her it is not all my grief
William Shakespeare Sonnet 43 When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
William Shakespeare Sonnet 44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
William Shakespeare Sonnet 45 The other two, slight air, and purging fire
William Shakespeare Sonnet 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
William Shakespeare Sonnet 47 Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
William Shakespeare Sonnet 48 How careful was I when I took my way
William Shakespeare Sonnet 49 Against that time, if ever that time come
William Shakespeare Sonnet 5 Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 5 If I should learn, in some quite casual way
William Shakespeare Sonnet 50 How heavy do I journey on the way
William Shakespeare Sonnet 51 Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
William Shakespeare Sonnet 52 So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
William Shakespeare Sonnet 53 What is your substance, whereof are you made
William Shakespeare Sonnet 54 O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
William Shakespeare Sonnet 55 Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
William Shakespeare Sonnet 56 Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
William Shakespeare Sonnet 57 Being your slave what should I do but tend
William Shakespeare Sonnet 58 That god forbid, that made me first your slave
William Shakespeare Sonnet 59 If there be nothing new, but that which is
William Shakespeare Sonnet 6 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 6 This door you might not open, and you did
William Shakespeare Sonnet 60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
William Shakespeare Sonnet 61 Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
William Shakespeare Sonnet 62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
William Shakespeare Sonnet 63 Against my love shall be as I am now
William Shakespeare Sonnet 64 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
William Shakespeare Sonnet 65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
William Shakespeare Sonnet 66 Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
William Shakespeare Sonnet 67 Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
William Shakespeare Sonnet 68 Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
William Shakespeare Sonnet 69 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 7 I do but ask that you be always fair
William Shakespeare Sonnet 7 Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
William Shakespeare Sonnet 70 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
William Shakespeare Sonnet 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead
William Shakespeare Sonnet 72 O! lest the world should task you to recite
William Shakespeare Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold
William Shakespeare Sonnet 74 But be contented: when that fell arrest
William Shakespeare Sonnet 75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life
William Shakespeare Sonnet 76 Why is my verse so barren of new pride
William Shakespeare Sonnet 77 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
William Shakespeare Sonnet 78 So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
William Shakespeare Sonnet 79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
William Shakespeare Sonnet 8 Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
William Shakespeare Sonnet 80 O! how I faint when I of you do write
William Shakespeare Sonnet 81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make
William Shakespeare Sonnet 82 I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
William Shakespeare Sonnet 83 I never saw that you did painting need
William Shakespeare Sonnet 84 Who is it that says most, which can say more
William Shakespeare Sonnet 85 My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
William Shakespeare Sonnet 86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
William Shakespeare Sonnet 87 Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
William Shakespeare Sonnet 88 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
William Shakespeare Sonnet 89 Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
William Shakespeare Sonnet 9 Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet 9 I think I should have loved you presently
William Shakespeare Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
William Shakespeare Sonnet 91 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
William Shakespeare Sonnet 92 But do thy worst to steal thyself away
William Shakespeare Sonnet 93 So shall I live, supposing thou art true
William Shakespeare Sonnet 94 They that have power to hurt, and will do none
William Shakespeare Sonnet 95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
William Shakespeare Sonnet 96 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
William Shakespeare Sonnet 97 How like a winter hath my absence been
William Shakespeare Sonnet 98 From you have I been absent in the spring
William Shakespeare Sonnet 99 The forward violet thus did I chide
Lord Byron Sonnet on Chillon Eternal spirit of the chainless mind!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet I I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet II But only three in all God's universe
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet III Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet IV Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet IX Can it be right to give what I can give
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet V I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet VI Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet VII The face of all the world is changed, I think
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet VIII What can I give thee back, O liberal
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet XLIV Belovéd, thou hast brought me many flowers
Rudyard Kipling The Sons of Martha The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part
Edna St. Vincent Millay Sorrow Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Sound of the Sea The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep
Christina Georgina Rossetti Sowing I planted a hand and there grew up a palm
Hilda Conkling Sparkle Sparkle up, little tired flower
Hilda Conkling Sparkling Drop of Water The sun shone, All was still. The sun made one sparkle in one drop
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Sparrow A little bird, with plumage brown
Mary Howitt The Sparrow's Nest Nay, only look what I have found! A sparrow's nest upon the ground
Anonymous Speak Gently Speak gently; it is better far to rule by love than fear
Paul Laurence Dunbar Speakin' o' Christmas Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk
Alfred Noyes A Spell for a Fairy Gather, first, in your left hand
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Spellin'-Bee I never shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Sphinx The Sphinx is drowsy, her wings are furled
Mary Howitt The Spider and the Fly "Will you walk into my parlor?" said a spider to a fly
Alfred Lord Tennyson A Spirit Haunts the Year's Last Hours A Spirit haunts the year's last hours dwelling amid these yellowing bowers
Sir Philip Sidney Splendidis Longum Valedico Nugis Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Splendor Falls The splendor falls on castle walls
Alfred Lord Tennyson Spring Now fades the last long streak of snow;
William Blake Spring Sound the flute! Now it's mute
Percy Bysshe Shelley Spring And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Celia Thaxter Spring The alder by the river shakes out her powdery curls;
Thomas Nashe Spring Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
"A" Spring and Summer Spring is growing up, is not it a pity?
Edna St. Vincent Millay The Spring and the Fall In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year
William Shakespeare Spring and Winter When daisies pied and violets blue
Oliver Wendell Holmes Spring Has Come The sunbeams, lost for half a year,
Sara Teasdale Spring Night The park is filled with night and fog,
Hilda Conkling Spring Song I love daffodils. I love Narcissus when he bends his head.
George Eliot Spring Song Spring comes hither, buds the rose
Edna St. Vincent Millay Spring Song I know why the yellow forsythia
Paul Laurence Dunbar Spring Song A blue-bell springs upon the ledge
King James I of Scotland Spring Song of the Birds Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May
Thomas Miller The Spring Walk We had a pleasant walk to-day
Isabel Eccelstone Mackay Spring's Waking A snowdrop lay in the sweet, dark ground.
John Lyly Spring's Welcome What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
Anonymous Spring-tide Lenten ys come with love to toune
Alfred Lord Tennyson St. Agnes' Eve Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Lord Byron Stanzas for Music: Bright be the Place Bright be the place of thy soul! No lovelier spirit than thine
Lord Byron Stanzas for Music: None of Beauty's Daughters There be none of Beauty's daughters with a magic like thee
Lord Byron Stanzas for Music: There's Not a Joy There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
James Russell Lowell Stanzas on Freedom Is true Freedom but to break
Sara Teasdale The Star A white star born in the evening glow
Francis Scott Key The Star-Spangled Banner O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light
Robert Graves Star-Talk "Are you awake, Gemelli, this frosty night?"
Sara Teasdale Stars Alone in the night, on a dark hill
Christina Georgina Rossetti Stars What do the stars do up in the sky
Robert Frost Stars How countlessly they congregate
Christina Georgina Rossetti Stars If stars dropped out of heaven
Robert Browning The Statue and the Bust There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well
Katherine Miller Stevenson's Birthday "How I should like a birthday!" said the child,
Alexander Smart The Still Small Voice Wee Sandy in the corner sits greeting on a stool
Robert Frost Storm Fear When the wind works against us in the dark
John Greenleaf Whittier Storm on Lake Asquam A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw
Laurence Alma-Tadema Strange Lands Where do you come from, Mr. Jay?
Alfred Lord Tennyson Strong Son of God, Immortal Love Strong Son of God, immortal Love, whom we, that have not seen thy face,
Robert Herrick The Succession of the Four Sweet Months First, April, she with mellow showers
James Whitcomb Riley A Sudden Shower Barefooted boys scud up the street
Eugene Field The Sugar-Plum Tree Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
Christina Georgina Rossetti Summer Winter is cold-hearted, Spring is yea and nay,
Christina Georgina Rossetti Summer Days Winter is cold-hearted; Spring is yea and nay
Walter de la Mare Summer Evening The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair
Matthew Arnold A Summer Night In the deserted, moon-blanched street
Christina Georgina Rossetti Summer Nights The summer nights are short where northern days are long
Emily Dickinson Summer Shower A drop fell on the apple tree,
Robert Louis Stevenson Summer Sun Great is the sun, and wide he goes through empty heaven with repose
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Mary Howitt Summer Woods Come ye into the summer woods;
Paul Laurence Dunbar A Summer's Night The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth
Hilda Conkling Summer-Day Song Wild birds fly over me. I am not the blue curtain overhead
Christina Georgina Rossetti Sums 1 and 1 are 2—That's for me and you.
Hilda Conkling Sun Flowers Sun-flowers, stop growing! If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Robert Louis Stevenson The Sun Travels The sun is not a-bed, when I at night upon my pillow lie
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Anonymous Sunny Bank As I sat on a sunny bank, on Christmas Day
Hilda Conkling Sunset Once upon a time at evening-light
Paul Laurence Dunbar Sunset The river sleeps beneath the sky
Mary Howitt Sunshine I love the sunshine everywhere
Phœbe Cary Suppose Suppose, my little lady, your doll should break her head
William Wordsworth Surprised by Joy Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
Rudyard Kipling Sussex God gave all men all earth to love
Alfred Noyes The Sussex Sailor O, once, by Cuckmere Haven, I heard a sailor sing
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Swallow Fly away, fly away, over the sea,
Sara Teasdale Swallow Flight I love my hour of wind and light,
Edwin Arnold The Swallow's Nest Day after day her nest she moulded,
Anonymous Swallow, Swallow Swallow, Swallow, neighbor Swallow, starting on your autumn flight
Edwin Arnold The Swallows Gallant and gay in their doublets gray
William Ellery Leonard The Swan and the Goose A rich man bought a Swan and a Goose
Alfred Lord Tennyson Sweet and Low Sweet and low, sweet and low, wind of the western sea
John Milton Sweet Is the Breath of Morn Sweet Is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet
Emily Dickinson Sweet Is the Swamp with Its Secrets Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
John Keats Sweet Peas Here are sweetpeas, on tiptoe for a flight:
Christina Georgina Rossetti Swift and Sure Swift and sure the swallow
Robert Louis Stevenson The Swing How do you like to go up in a swing
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Paul Laurence Dunbar Sympathy I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
Alfred Noyes The Symphony Wonder in happy eyes fades, fades away
Robert Louis Stevenson System Every night my prayers I say, and get my dinner every day
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Edward Lear The Table and the Chair Said the Table to the Chair
William Wordsworth The Tables Turned Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books
Ralph Waldo Emerson Tact What boots it, thy virtue, what profit thy parts
Edgar Allan Poe Tamerlane Kind solace in a dying hour
Edna St. Vincent Millay Tavern I'll keep a little tavern
Anonymous Tears Weep you no more, sad fountains
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Tears of Heaven Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn,
Alfred Lord Tennyson Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Eugene Field Teeny Weeny Every evening, after tea
Robert Frost The Telephone "When I was just as far as I could walk
Hilda Conkling Tell Me Tell me quiet things when it is shadowy:
John Greenleaf Whittier Telling the Bees Here is the place; right over the hill
Eugene Field Telling the Bees Out of the house where the slumberer lay
Padraic Colum The Terrible Robber Men O! I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
William Cullen Bryant Thanatopsis To him who in the love of Nature holds
Jane Taylor Thank You, Pretty Cow Thank you, pretty cow, that made pleasant milk to soak my bread
John Kendrick Bangs A Thanksgiving For summer rain, and winter's sun
Lydia Maria Child Thanksgiving Day Over the river and through the wood
Oliver Herford A Thanksgiving Fable It was a hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving morn
Hilda Conkling Theatre-Song Eagles were flying over the sky
Anonymous There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind There is a Lady sweet and kind, was never face so pleased my mind
James Whitcomb Riley There Was a Cherry-Tree There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows cool even now the fevered sight that knows
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow There Was a Little Girl There was a little girl, who had a little curl,
Wilhelmina Seegmuller There Was a Little Robin There was a little robin sat singing in a tree
Edward Lear There Was an Old Person Whose Habits There was an Old Person whose habits induced him to feed upon rabbits
Christina Georgina Rossetti There's Nothing Like the Rose The lily has an air, and the snowdrop a grace
Phoebe Cary They Didn't Think Once a trap was baited with a piece of cheese
Hilda Conkling A Thing Forgotten White owl is not gloomy;
John Keats A Thing of Beauty A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Edward Rowland Sill The Things That Will Not Die What am I glad will stay when I have passed
Anonymous Thirty Days Hath September Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November
Emily Dickinson This Is My Letter to the World This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me,
Samuel Taylor Coleridge This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
Mother Goose This Pig Went to Market This pig went to market; this pig stayed at home;
William Shakespeare This Was the Noblest Roman This was the noblest Roman of them all:
Anonymous This World's Joy Wynter wakeneth al my care
Christina Georgina Rossetti Thorns and Honey A rose has thorns as well as honey
Thomas Moore Those Evening Bells Those evening bells! those evening bells!
Robert Louis Stevenson A Thought It is very nice to think the world is full of meat and drink
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William Wordsworth Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,
Sara Teasdale Thoughts When I am all alone, envy me most,
Hilda Conkling Thoughts My thoughts keep going far away
Sara Teasdale Thoughts When I can make my thoughts come forth
Rudyard Kipling The Thousandth Man One man in a thousand, Solomon says
John Greenleaf Whittier The Three Bells of Glasgow Beneath the low-hung night cloud
Phoebe Cary Three Bugs Three little bugs in a basket, and hardly room for two!
Charles Kingsley The Three Fishers Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Three Kings Three kings came riding from far away
Christina Georgina Rossetti Three Little Children Three little children on the wide wide earth
Anonymous Three Little Kittens Three little kittens lost their mittens and they began to cry
Anonymous Three Little Maidens There were three little maidens as busy as elves,
Anonymous Three Little Owlets Three little owlets in a hollow tree
Hilda Conkling Three Loves Angel-love, Fairy-love, Wave-love, Which will you choose?
Christina Georgina Rossetti Three Plum Buns Three plum buns to eat here at the stile
John Keats Three Sonnets on Woman: First Sonnet Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain
John Keats Three Sonnets on Woman: Second Sonnet Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair
John Keats Three Sonnets On Woman: Third Sonnet Ah! who can e'er forget so fair a being?
Hilda Conkling Three Thoughts of My Heart As I was straying by the forest brook
Ralph Waldo Emerson Threnody The south wind brings life, sunshine, and desire
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Throstle "Summer is coming, summer is coming,
Hilda Conkling Thunder Shower The dark cloud raged. Gone was the morning light.
Emily Dickinson A Thunder-Storm The wind begun to rock the grass
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Tide Rises The tide rises, the tide falls, the twilight darkens, the curlew calls
William Blake The Tiger Tiger! tiger! burning bright, in the forests of the night,
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Time Draws Near The time draws near the birth of Christ
Robert Louis Stevenson Time To Rise A birdie with a yellow bill hopped upon my window sill
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Robert Frost A Time To Talk When a friend calls to me from the road
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Time, Real and Imaginary On the wide level of a mountain's head
Ralph Hodgson Time, You Old Gipsy Man Time, you old gipsy man, will you not stay,
Robert Southwell Times Go by Turns The loppéd tree in time may grow again
William Wordsworth Tintern Abbey Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Walter de la Mare Tired Tim Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.
Christopher Morley Tit for Tat I often pass a gracious tree
Alfred Lord Tennyson Tithonus The woods decay, the woods decay and fall
Ralph Waldo Emerson The Titmouse You shall not be overbold
Ralph Waldo Emerson From The Titmouse Piped a tiny voice hard by, gay and polite, a cheerful cry
John Greenleaf Whittier To ——: Lines Written After a Summer Day's Excursion Fair Nature's priestesses to whom
William Wordsworth To a Butterfly I've watched you now a full half hour
William Wordsworth To a Butterfly Stay near me—do not take thy flight!
William Wordsworth To a Child: Written in Her Album Small service is true service while it lasts.
William Dunbar To a Lady Sweet rois of vertew and of gentilness
Walt Whitman To a Locomotive in Winter Thee for my recitative
Robert Burns To a Mountain Daisy Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower,
Robert Burns To a Mouse Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
Percy Bysshe Shelley To a Sky-Lark Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert,
William Wordsworth To a Sky-Lark Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
William Wordsworth To a Skylark Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
William Cullen Bryant To a Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew,
Alfred Austin To America What is the voice I hear on the winds of the western sea?
Anonymous To an Autumn Leaf Wee shallop of shimmering gold!
Robert Louis Stevenson To Any Reader As from the house your mother sees you playing round the garden trees
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Robert Louis Stevenson To Auntie Chief of our aunts—not only I, but all your dozen of nurselings cry—
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John Keats To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
William Blake To Autumn O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
Robert Herrick To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see you haste away so soon
Sara Teasdale To Dick on His Sixth Birthday Tho' I am very old and wise,
Ralph Waldo Emerson To Ellen, At the South The green grass is bowing
William Wordsworth To H. C.
Six Years Old
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought;
Anonymous To Her Sea-Faring Lover Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare?
Michael Drayton To His Coy Love I pray thee, leave, love me no more
Sir Thomas Wyatt To His Lute My lute, awake! perform the last
Robert Herrick To His Saviour, a Child; A Present by a Child Go, pretty child, and bear this flower unto thy little Saviour
Alfred Lord Tennyson To J. S. The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
Paul Laurence Dunbar To Louise Oh, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes
Emily Dickinson To March Dear March, come in!
Robert Louis Stevenson To Minnie The red room with the giant bed where none but elders laid their head
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John Skelton To Mistress Margaret Hussey Merry Margaret as midsummer flower, gentle as falcon
John Skelton To Mistress Margery Wentworth With margerain gentle, the flower of goodlihead
William Blake To Morning O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
Alice Cary To Mother Fairie Good old Mother Fairie,
Robert Louis Stevenson To My Mother You too, my mother, read my rhymes
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Robert Louis Stevenson To My Name-Child Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed
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Sara Teasdale To Rose Rose, when I remember you,
John Keats To Some Ladies What though while the wonders of nature exploring
William Blake To Spring O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down
William Blake To Summer O thou, who passest thro' our vallies in
William Wordsworth To the Cuckoo O Blithe New-comer! I have heard,
William Wordsworth To the Daisy In youth from rock to rock I went, from hill to hill in discontent
William Wordsworth To the Daisy Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,
William Blake To the Evening Star Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
William Cullen Bryant To the Evening Wind Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou that cool'st the twilight of the sultry day
William Cullen Bryant To the Fringed Gentian Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
Caroline Bowles Southey To the Ladybird Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home!
Alfred Noyes To the Memory of Cecil Spring-Rice Steadfast as any soldier of the line
Paul Laurence Dunbar To the Memory of Mary Young God has his plans, and what if we
William Blake To the Muses Whether on Ida's shady brow, or in the chambers of the East
William Wordsworth To the Same Flower Pleasures newly found are sweet
William Wordsworth To the Same Flower With little here to do or see
William Wordsworth To the Small Celandine Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Kate Greenaway To the Sun Door They saw it rise in the morning, they saw it set at night
William Wordsworth To the Supreme Being The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
Robert Frost To the Thawing Wind Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Michael Drayton To the Virginian Voyage You brave heroic minds worthy your country's name
William Blake To Thomas Butts To my friend Butts I write my first vision of light
Robert Herrick To Violets Welcome, maids of honor, you do bring
Robert Louis Stevenson To Willie and Henrietta If two may read aright these rhymes of old delight
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William Blake To Winter O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors
Christina Georgina Rossetti Toadstools A toadstool comes up in a night
Thomas Carlyle Today So here hath been dawning, another blue day
Walter de la Mare Tom's Little Dog Tom told his dog called Tim to beg
Rudyard Kipling Tommy I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer
William Brighty Rands Topsy-Turvy World If the butterfly courted the bee
Sydney Lanier The Tournament Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies
Hilda Conkling The Tower and the Falcon There was a tower, once, in a London street.
Albert von Chamisso A Tragic Story There lived a sage in days of yore
John Greenleaf Whittier The Trailing Arbutus I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made
Robert Louis Stevenson Travel I should like to rise and go where the golden apples grow
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Hilda Conkling Treasure Robbers carry a treasure into a field of wheat.
Bjornstjerne Bjornson The Tree The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
Anonymous Tree Toads A tree toad loved a she toad
Hilda Conkling Tree-Toad Tree-toad is a small gray person
Sara Coleridge Trees The Oak is called the king of trees
Joyce Kilmer Trees I think that I shall never see
Walter de la Mare Trees Of all the trees in England
Christina Georgina Rossetti Trouble and Treasure Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?
Stephen Hawes The True Knight For knighthood is not in the feats of warre
Nicholas Grimald A True Love What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see
Anonymous True Love Requited; or, The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington There was a youth, and a well-belov'd youth
Rudyard Kipling True Royalty There was never a Queen like Balkis
John Greenleaf Whittier Trust The same old baffling questions! O my friend
William Hickson Try Again 'Tis a lesson you should heed
Charles Mackay Tubal Cain Old Tubal Cain was a man of might,
Robert Frost The Tuft of Flowers I went to turn the grass once after one
Anonymous Tumbling In jumping and tumbling we spend the whole day
Anonymous Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee resolved to have a battle
Bible The Twenty-Third Psalm The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
Madison Cawein The Twilight In her wimple of wind and her slippers of sleep
Sara Teasdale Twilight Dreamily over the roofs
Jane Taylor Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how I wonder what you are!
Jane Taylor Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how I wonder what you are!
Anonymous Twinkling Bugs When the sun sinks under the world's red rim,
Robert Browning Two in the Campagna I wonder do you feel to-day
Anonymous Two Little Kittens Two little kittens, one stormy night;
Hilda Conkling Two Pictures—Gorgeous Blue Mountain I see a great mountain stand among clouds;
Hilda Conkling Two Songs The birds came to tell Siegfried a story
Paul Laurence Dunbar Two Songs A bee that was searching for sweets one day
William Blake From The Two Songs I heard an Angel Singing when the day was springing
John Keats Two Sonnets on Fame: First Sonnet Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
John Keats Two Sonnets on Fame: Second Sonnet How fever'd is the man, who cannot look
Alfred Lord Tennyson The Two Voices A still small voice spake unto me
Alfred Noyes The Two Worlds This outer world is but the pictured scroll
Rudyard Kipling The Two-Sided Man Much I owe to the Lands that grew—
William Blake The Tyger Tyger, tyger, burning bright
Joshua Sylvester Ubique Were I as base as is the lowly plain
Alfred Lord Tennyson Ulysses It little profits that an idle king
Samuel Daniel Ulysses and the Siren Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come
Christina Georgina Rossetti Umbrellas When fishes set umbrellas up
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Unbroken Song I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old, familiar carols play
William Shakespeare Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me
Christina Georgina Rossetti Under the Ivy Bush Under the ivy bush one sits sighing
Paul Laurence Dunbar Unexpressed Deep in my heart that aches with the repression
Alfred Noyes The Union You that have gathered together the sons of all races
Walter de la Mare The Universe I heard a little child beneath the stars
Robert Louis Stevenson The Unseen Playmate When children are playing alone on the green
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Walter de la Mare Unstooping Low on his fours the Lion treads with the surly Bear
Walter de la Mare Up and Down Down the Hill of Ludgate. Up the Hill of Fleet,
George MacDonald Up and Down The sun is gone down, and the moon's in the sky
Anonymous Up in the Morning Early Pretty flowers, tell me why all your leaves do open wide,
William Cullen Bryant Upon the Mountain's Distant Head Upon the mountain's distant head, with trackless snows forever white
Ralph Waldo Emerson Uriel It fell in the ancient periods which the brooding soul surveys
Mary Howitt The Use of Flowers God might have bade the Earth bring forth
Bliss Carman A Vagabond Song There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood
Laura E. Richards A Valentine Oh! little loveliest lady mine
Robert Frost The Vantage Point If tired of trees I seek again mankind
Elinor Wylie Velvet Shoes Let us walk in the white snow
Hilda Conkling Velvets This pansy has a thinking face
Hilda Conkling Venice Bridge Away back in an old city I saw a bridge.
Anonymous Verse Now rings the woodland loud and long,
Robert Browning Verse Such a starved bank of moss, till, that May morn,
Anonymous Verse I find earth not gray, but rosy,
George MacDonald A Verse The lightning and thunder, they go and they come
Bible Verses from The Song of Solomon For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Bible Verses from Saint Luke And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
Alfred Noyes Veterans When the last charge sounds and the battle thunders o'er the plain
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Capri When beauty grows too great to bear
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Florence The bells ring over the Arno
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Hamburg The day that I come home, what will you find to say
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Naples Nisida and Prosida are laughing in the light
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Night Song at Amalfi I asked the heaven of stars
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Off Algiers Oh give me neither love nor tears
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Off Gibraltar Beyond the sleepy hills of Spain
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Rome Oh for the rising moon over the roofs of Rome
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Ruins of Paestum On lowlands where the temples lie
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Stresa The moon grows out of the hills
Sara Teasdale Vignettes Overseas: Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio The fountain shivers lightly in the rain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Village Blacksmith Under a spreading chestnut-tree
Jane Taylor The Violet Down in a green and shady bed
Lucy Larcom The Violet Dear little violet, don't be afraid!
William Shakespeare A Violet Bank I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Dinah Maria Mulock Violets Violets, violets, sweet March violets,
John Moultrie Violets Under the green hedges after the snow,
George Herbert Virtue Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, the bridal of the earth and sky!
Clement Clarke Moore A Visit from St. Nicholas 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Beatrix Potter A Visitor Now who is this knocking at Cottontail's door?
Sir Thomas Wyatt Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus They flee from me that sometime did me seek
Mary Howitt The Voice of Spring I am coming, I am coming! Hark! the little bee is humming;
Felicia Dorothea Hemans The Voice of Spring I come, I come! ye have called me long
Sarah Roberts Boyle The Voice of the Grass Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere
Walter de la Mare Voices Who is it calling by the darkened river
Sir Philip Sidney Voices at the Window Who is it that, this dark night underneath my window plaineth?
John Lydgate Vox Ultima Crucis Tarye no lenger; toward thyn heritage
Hilaire Belloc The Vulture The Vulture eats between his meals
John Burroughs Waiting Serene I fold my hands and wait,
Robert Frost Waiting What things for dream there are when spectre-like
John Greenleaf Whittier The Waiting I wait and watch: before my eyes
Anonymous The Wakening On a time the amorous Silvy said to her shepherd, "Sweet, how do ye?
Lewis Carroll The Walrus and the Carpenter The sun was shining on the sea,
Anonymous Walsinghame As ye came from the holy land
Walter de la Mare Wanderers Wide are the meadows of night
Max Schneckenburger The Watch on the Rhine A voice resounds like thunder peal, 'mid dashing waves and clang of steel
Lord Byron The Watch on the Rhine A peal like thunder calls the brave
Anonymous The Watchman's Song Listen, children, hear me tell, ten now tolls from the old church bell.
Hilda Conkling Water The world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers.
William Motherwell The Water! The Water! The Water! the Water! the joyous brook for me
Frank Dempster Sherman The Waterfall Tinkle, tinkle! Listen well! Like a fairy silver bell
Rudyard Kipling The Way Through the Woods They shut the road through the woods
Caroline Norton We Have Been Friends Together We have been friends together, in sunshine and in shade
Anonymous We Thank Thee For flowers that bloom about our feet
Paul Laurence Dunbar We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies
Hilda Conkling Weather Weather is the answer when I can't go out into flowery places
Anonymous The Weather If the evening's red, and the morning gray,
Anonymous Weather Whether the weather be fine
Robert Tennant Wee Davie Daylicht Wee Davie Daylicht keeks ower the sea
Christina Georgina Rossetti Wee Wee Husband Wee wee husband, give me some money
Anonymous Wee Willie Winkie Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Edna St. Vincent Millay Weeds White with daisies and red with sorrel
Robert Southey The Well of St. Keyne A well there is in the west country
Allan Cunningham A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea A wet sheet and a flowing sea, a wind that follows fast
Anonymous The Whale It was in the year of ninety-four, in March the twentieth day
Christina Georgina Rossetti What Can I Give Him? What can I give Him? Poor as I am?
Christina Georgina Rossetti What Does the Bee Do? What does the bee do? Bring home honey.
Christina Georgina Rossetti What Does the Donkey Bray About? What does the donkey bray about? What does the pig grunt through his snout?
Anonymous What Every One Knows Cocks crow in the morn to tell us to rise,
Emily Dickinson What I Can Do What I can do—I will—
"B" What May Happen to a Thimble Come about the meadow, hunt here and there
Anonymous What the Burdock Was Good For "Good for nothing," the farmer said, as he made a sweep at the burdock's head
Edmund Clarence Stedman What the Winds Bring Which is the Wind that brings the cold?
George MacDonald What Would You See? What would you see if I took you up to my little nest in the air?
Christina Georgina Rossetti When a Mounting Skylark Sings When a mounting skylark sings in the sunlit summer morn
Joseph Addison When All Thy Mercies When all Thy mercies, O my God!
Paul Laurence Dunbar When de Co'n Pone's Hot Dey is times in life when Nature seems to slip a cog an' go
James Whitcomb Riley When Early March Seems Middle May When country roads begin to thaw
E. V. Wright When Father Carves the Duck We all look on with anxious eyes
Anonymous When Flora Had O'erfret the Firth Quhen Flora had o'erfret the firth in May of every moneth queen
William Wordsworth When I Have Borne in Memory When I have borne in memory what has tamed
John Keats When I Have Fears When I have fears that I may cease to be
Walt Whitman When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer When I heard the learn'd astronomer, when the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me
Paul Laurence Dunbar When Malindy Sings G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy
Christina Georgina Rossetti When the Cows Come Home When the cows come home the milk is coming
Agnes Mitchell When the Cows Come Home With klingle, klangle, klingle
James Whitcomb Riley When the Frost Is on the Punkin When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
Algernon Charles Swinburne When the Hounds of Spring When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
Percy Bysshe Shelley When the Lamp Is Shattered When the lamp is shattered the light in the dust lies dead
Charles D. G. Roberts When the Sleepy Man Comes When the sleepy man comes with the dust on his eyes,
Robert Louis Stevenson Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, golden is the sand
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
William Wordsworth Where Lies the Land Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
Arthur Hugh Clough Where Lies the Land? Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Charles Lamb Which Is the Favourite? Brothers and sisters I have many
Nahum Tate While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night While shepherds watched their flocks by night, all seated on the ground,
Emilie Poulsson While Stars of Christmas Shine While stars of Christmas shine, lighting the skies,
Edmund Spenser Whilst It Is Prime Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king
Anonymous Whisky Frisky Whisky frisky, hippity hop,
Algernon Charles Swinburne White Butterflies Fly, white butterflies, out to sea
Hilda Conkling The White Cloud There are many clouds but not like the one I see
James Stephens White Fields In the winter time we go
Hamish Hendry White Horses I saw them plunging through the foam
Anonymous White Sheep White sheep, white sheep, on a blue hill
William Cullen Bryant The White-Footed Deer It was a hundred years ago, when, by the woodland ways
Paul Laurence Dunbar Whittier Not o'er thy dust let there be spent
Emily Dickinson Who Has Not Found the Heaven Below Who has not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
Christina Georgina Rossetti Who Has Seen the Wind? Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you
Clara Doty Bates Who Likes the Rain? "I," said the duck, "I call it fun, for I have my little red rubbers on;
Anonymous Who Stole the Bird's Nest "Tu-whit! Tu-whit! Tu-whee! Will you listen to me?
Lydia Maria Child Who Stole the Bird's Nest? "To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me?
Robert Louis Stevenson Whole Duty of Children A child should always say what's true
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Paul Laurence Dunbar Why Fades a Dream? Why fades a dream? An iridescent ray
Christina Georgina Rossetti Why? Why did baby die, making Father sigh
Walter de la Mare A Widow's Weeds A poor old Widow in her weeds sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds
Evaleen Stein Wild Beasts I will be a lion and you shall be a bear
William Blake The Wild Flower's Song As I wanderd the forest, the green leaves among
Celia Thaxter Wild Geese The wind blows, the sun shines, the birds sing loud,
Mary F. Butts Wild Winds Oh, oh, how the wild winds blow!
Alfred Lord Tennyson Will O well for him whose will is strong!
Walter de la Mare Will Ever? Will he ever be weary of wandering, the flaming sun?
Kate Greenaway Will You Be My Little Wife? Will you be my little wife if I ask you? Do!
Hilda Conkling Will You Love Me? Will you love me to-morrow after next?
William Miller Willie Winkie Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town
Juliana Horatia Ewing The Willow Man There once was a Willow, and he was very old
Letitia Elizabeth Landon The Wind The wind has a language, I would I could learn;
Robert Louis Stevenson The Wind I saw you toss the kites on high
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Wind The wind has such a rainy sound
George MacDonald The Wind and the Moon Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out,
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Wind and the Sea I stood by the shore at the death of day
William Howitt The Wind in a Frolic The wind one morning sprung up from sleep
Emily Dickinson The Wind's Visit The wind tapped like a tired man,
Christina Georgina Rossetti Wind-Flowers Twist me a crown of wind-flowers
Walter de la Mare The Window Behind the blinds I sit and watch
Thomas Buchanan Read The Windy Night Alow and aloof, over the roof,
Robert Louis Stevenson Windy Nights Whenever the moon and stars are set
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
John Greenleaf Whittier Winter The sun that brief December day rose cheerless over hills of gray
Alfred Lord Tennyson Winter The frost is here, and fuel is dear,
Philip H Savage Winter When February sun shines cold,
William Shakespeare Winter When icicles hang by the wall,
Sara Teasdale A Winter Blue Jay Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Sara Teasdale A Winter Night My window-pane is starred with frost,
Mary F. Butts Winter Night Blow, wind, blow!
Christina Georgina Rossetti Winter Rain Every valley drinks, every dell and hollow;
Thomas Bailey Aldrich The Winter Robin Now is that sad time of year
William Shakespeare From The Winter's Tale Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
Robert Louis Stevenson Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, a frosty, fiery sleepy-head
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Alice Cary The Wise Fairy Once, in a rough, wild country, on the other side of the sea
S. Rogers A Wish Mine be a cot beside the hill;
John Greenleaf Whittier The Wish of To-day I ask not now for gold to gild
Sara Teasdale Wishes I wish for such a lot of things
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Wishing Do you wish the world were better?
William Allingham Wishing Ring ting! I wish I were a Primrose
Frank Dempster Sherman Wizard Frost Wondrous things have come to pass
William Brighty Rands The Wonderful World Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world,
George Pope Morris Woodman, Spare That Tree! Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough!
Ralph Waldo Emerson Woodnotes 'Twas one of the charméd days
Emily Dickinson The Woodpecker His bill an auger is,
Robert Frost The Woodpile Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Wooing A youth went faring up and down
Emily Dickinson A Word A word is dead, when it is said,
Alice Cary Work Down and up, and up and down, over and over and over
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Work Without Hope All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
William Wordsworth The World Is Too Much with Us The world is too much with us; late and soon
William Stanley Braithwaite The World of Wonder Heart free, hand free, Blue above, brown under,
Gabriel Setoun The World's Music The world's a very happy place
Walt Whitman The Wound-Dresser An old man bending I come among new faces
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Wreck of the Hesperus It was the schooner Hesperus, that sailed the wintry sea;
William Wordsworth A Wren's Nest Among the dwellings framed by birds in field or forest with nice care
Christina Georgina Rossetti Wrens and Robbins Wrens and robins in the hedge
Hilda Conkling Wrinkling Oh wrinkling star, wrinkling up so wise
William Wordsworth Written in March The cock is crowing, the stream is flowing,
William Wordsworth Written in Very Early Youth Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
William Wordsworth Written While Sailing in a Boat at Evening How richly glows the water's breast
Eugene Field Wynken, Blynken, and Nod Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night sailed off in a wooden shoe
Hilaire Belloc The Yak As a friend to the children commend me the Yak
John Greenleaf Whittier The Yankee Girl She sings by her wheel at that low cottage-door
Thomas Campbell Ye Mariners of England Ye mariners of England, that guard our native seas,
Christina Georgina Rossetti The Year January cold desolate. February all dripping wet;
Christina Georgina Rossetti A Year's Windfalls On the wind of January, down flits the snow,
Hilda Conkling Yellow Summer-Throat Yellow summer-throat sat singing in a bending spray of willow tree.
William Cullen Bryant The Yellow Violet When beechen buds begin to swell
Alfred Lord Tennyson You Ask Me Why You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, within this region I subsist
Ella Wheeler Wilcox You Never Can Tell You never can tell when you send a word
Dinah Maria Mulock Young Dandelion Young Dandelion on a hedge-side
Robert Louis Stevenson Young Night-Thought All night long and every night, when my mama puts out the light
            illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith
Robert Browning Youth and Art It once might have been, once only
Matthew Arnold Youth and Calm 'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here


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