A Bird, Came Down the Walk by Emily Dickinson A Bird, came down the Walk – He did not know I saw – He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then, he drank a…
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Song of Myself
Song of Myself by Walt Whitman 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and…
Wild Nights – Wild Nights
Wild Nights – Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson Wild nights – Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a Heart in port – Done with the Compass – Done…
The Solitary Reaper
The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen!…
Paradise Lost Book 1
Paradise Lost by John Milton Book 1 OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and…
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge PART I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? The Bridegroom’s doors are…
Insensibility
Insensibility by Wilfred Owen I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers. The front line withers.…
O Me! O Life!
O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than…
Little Jack Horner
Little Jack Horner by Mother Goose Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!” Summary of Little Jack Horner…
The Battle Hymn of the Republic
The Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe ‘Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful…
Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet by Mother Goose Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey; Along came a spider, Who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away. Summary of Little Miss Muffet Popularity of the…
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds.…
From Endymion
From “Endymion” by John Keats BOOK I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams,…
Song of the Open Road
Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman 1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I…
There was a Crooked Man
There was a Crooked Man by Mother Goose There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse, And they…
Theme for English B
Theme for English B by Langston Hughes The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple? I am twenty-two, colored,…
On the Pulse of Morning
On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm…
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to…
Sonnet 130
Sonnet 130: My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun by William Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;…
Ulysses
Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and…
