Category: Classic Poets

Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost

Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the

The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An

Sonnet VIII by William Shakespeare Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy

The Letter by Amy Lowell Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly’s legs, What can you

Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may

The Send-off by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the

The Past-Present by Walt Whitman I was looking a long while for the history of the past for myself, and

The Three Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three

A Christmas Carol by Christina G. Rossetti In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron,

? Song of the Holly by William Shakespeare Blow, blow thou winter wind? Thou art not so unkind As man’s

CHRISTMAS BELLS by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And

Each and All ?By Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top

City of Ships ?by Walt Whitman ? City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the

? Vespers by Amy Lowell Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted

Stars by Robert Frost HOW countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees