I DIED FOR BEAUTYBy Emily DickinsonI DIED for beauty, but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for ...

FROM THE SHOREBy Carl SandburgA LONE gray bird,Dim-dipping, far-flying,Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumul...

HANDFULSBy Carl SandburgBLOSSOMS of babiesBlinking their storiesCome softOn the dusk and the babble;Little red gambl...

GIVE ALL TO LOVEBy Ralph Waldo EmersonGIVE all to love;Obey thy heart;Friends, kindred, days,Estate, good fame,Plan...

HEATBy Hilda DoolittleO WIND, rend open the heat,Cut apart the heat,Rend it to tatters.Fruit cannot dropThrough th...

I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAINBy Emily DickinsonI felt a funeral in my brain,And mourners, to and fro,Kept treadi...

A GLIMPSEBy Walt WhitmanA glimpse through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-roomaro...

HER REPLYBy Sir Walter RaleighIF all the world and love were young,And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,These pr...

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBERBy Thomas HoodI remember, I remember,The house where I was born,The little window where the...

I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUDBy William WordsworthI WANDERED lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and...