PoetryThe World Is Too Much with Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay… By William Wordsworth
PoetryThe Son Southern Ohio Market Town I heard an old farm-wife, Selling some barley, Mingle her life… By Ridgely Torrence
PoetryBreak, Break, Break Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my… By Lord Alfred Tennyson
PoetryThe Shield of Achilles She looked over his shoulder For vines and olive trees, Marble well-governed cities And ships… By W. H. Auden
PoetryEternity He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who… By William Blake
PoetryTo Fortune Tumble me down, and I will sit Upon my ruins, smiling yet; Tear me to… By Robert Herrick
PoetryThe Waste Places As a naked man I go Through the desert sore afraid, Holding up my head… By James Stephens
PoetryIn the Rain Rain in the glimmering street— Murmurous, rhythmical beat; Shadows that flicker and fly; Blue of… By Graham R. Thomson
PoetryThe Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint… By Edgar Allan Poe