Marina, by T.S. Eliot
> Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? > What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And »
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, by John Keats
> Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been »
The Pine Forest of Ravenna, by Leigh Hunt
> A HEAVY spot the forest looks at first, To one grim shade condemned, and sandy thirst, Checkered with thorns, and thistles run to seed, Or »
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, by William Blake
> A Memorable Fancy > An Angel came to me and said: ‘O pitiable, foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot, burning »
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket, by Robert Lowell
> [FOR WARREN WINSLOW, DEAD AT SEA] > Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of the air and the »