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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
To the century plant			English	Plant of a hundred years! destroying Time Passes thy gentle race with hurrying trend, Leaves their bright petals colorless and dim, Strews with their withered leaves the mossy bed, ...
To the Cuckoo	John Logan	1768	English	Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear. Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or...
To the Cuckoo	William Wordsworth	1790	English	O Blithe new-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. A cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and...
To the Dandelion	James Russell Lowell		English	DEAR common flower, that grow’st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold! First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold— High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass...
To the Evening Star	Thomas Campbell	1797	English	Star that bringest home the bee, And sett’st the weary laborer free! If any star shed peace, ’t is thou, That send’st it from above, Appearing when heaven’s breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, ...
To the Fringed Gentian	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven’s own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night, Thou comest not when violets lean O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in...
To the Fringed Gentian	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven’s own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night; Thou comest not when violets lean O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in...
To the Grasshopper and Cricket	Leigh Hunt	1804	English	Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June,— Sole voice that ’s heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles...
To the Humblebee	Ralph Waldo Emerson	1823	English	Burly, dozing humblebee! Where thou art is clime for me; Let me chase thy waving lines; Far-off heats through seas to seek, I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid zone! Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer, Let me chase thy waving lines;...
To the Lapland Longspur	John Burroughs		English	I. oh, thou northland bobolink, Looking over Summer’s brink Up to Winter, worn and dim, Peering down from mountain rim, Something takes me in thy note, Quivering wing, and bubbling throat; Something moves me in thy ways— Bird,...
To the Lord-General Cromwell	John Milton	1628	English	Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crownèd fortune proud Hast reared God’s trophies, and his...
To the Man-of-War-Bird	Walt Whitman	1839	English	Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Walking renewed on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascendedst, And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee) Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating, As to the light...
To The Master Of The Salisbury Assembly.			English	TAKE your candles away, let your music be mute, My dancing, however, you shall not dispute; Jenny's eyes shall find light, and I'll find a flute.
To the Memory of Ben Jonson	John Cleveland	1633	English	The Muse’s fairest light in no dark time, The wonder of a learnèd age; the line Which none can pass! the most proportioned wit,— To nature, the best judge of what was fit; The deepest, plainest, highest, clearest pen; The voice most echoed by consenting...
To the memory of Channing			English	"The Prophets, do they live forever?" -- Zech. I. 5. Those spirits God ordained, To stand the watchmen on the outer wall, Upon whose souls the beams of truth first fall; ...
To the Memory of My Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us	Ben Jonson	1592	English	To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much.* * * * * Soul of the age! The applause...
To the Memory of Thomas Hood	Bartholomew Simmons	1824	English	Take back into thy bosom, earth, This joyous, May-eyed morrow, The gentlest child that ever mirth Gave to be reared by sorrow! ’T is hard—while rays half green, half gold, Through vernal bowers are burning, And streams their diamond mirrors...
To the Mocking-Bird	Richard Henry Wilde		English	Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool! Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe? Thine ever ready notes of ridicule Pursue thy fellows still with jest and gibe. Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe, Thou sportive satirist of Nature’s school,...
To the Mocking-Bird	Albert Pike		English	Thou glorious mocker of the world! I hear Thy many voices ringing through the glooms Of these green solitudes; and all the clear, Bright joyance of their song enthralls the ear, And floods the heart. Over the spherëd tombs Of vanished nations rolls thy...
To the Moonflower	Craven Langstroth Betts		English	Pale, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep When all the flower-heads droop in drowsy swoon; When lily bells fold to the zephyr’s tune, And wearied bees are lapped in sugared sleep; What secret hope is thine? What purpose deep? Art thou enamored of the...