Poems Every Child Should Know / The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library - Unknown

I am monarch of all I survey, [190]
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, [344]
I chatter, chatter, as I flow, [153]
I come, I come! ye have called me long, [259]
If I had but two little wings, [21]
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, [9]
I heard last night a little child go singing, [222]
I like a church: I like a cowl, [333]
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,” [12]
I met a traveller from an antique land, [322]
In her ear he whispers gaily, [75]
In the name of the Empress of India, make way, [125]
I remember, I remember, [159]
I shot an arrow into the air, [3]
“Isn’t this Joseph’s son?”—ay, it is He, [114]
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, [173]
Is there, for honest poverty, [151]
It is not growing like a tree, [60]
It was a summer’s evening, [117]
It was our war-ship Clampherdown, [154]
It was the schooner Hesperus, [138]
It was the time when lilies blow, [72]
I wandered lonely as a cloud, [82]

John Anderson, my jo, John, [274]

King Francis was a hearty king and loved a royal sport, [184]
Krinken was a little child, [162]

Lars Porsena of Clusium, [193]
Lead kindly light, amid th’ encircling gloom, [224]
Let dogs delight to bark and bite, [4]
Life! I know not what thou art, [299]
Little drops of water, [5]
Little orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay, [54]
Little white lily, [10]

“Make way for liberty!” he cried, [296]
Maxwelton braes are bonnie, [226]
Merrily swinging on brier and weed, [44]
Methought I heard a butterfly, [42]
’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, [220]
Mine be a cot beside the hill, [272]
My country ’tis of thee, [228]
My fairest child, I have no song to give you, [21]
My good blade carves the casques of men, [253]
My heart leaps up when I behold, [28]
My little Mädchen found one day, [149]
My mind to me a kingdom is, [286]
My soul is sailing through the sea, [219]
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, [326]

Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, [4]
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, [145]
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, [176]
Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are, [179]

O, a dainty plant is the ivy green, [59]
O Captain! my Captain, our fearful trip is done, [57]
Of all the woodland creatures, [60]
Oft in the stilly night, [266]
Oh where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone, [20]
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, [103]
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, [47]
“O Mary, go and call the cattle home”, [271]
O, may I join the choir invisible, [303]
Once a dream did wave a shade, [116]
Once there was a little boy, [19]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, [289]
On Linden, when the sun was low, [134]
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, [326]
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, [160]
Over the hill the farm-boy goes, [90]
O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, [31]
O why should the spirit of mortal be proud, [323]

Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, [8]
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, [126]

Said the wind to the moon, “I will blow you out,”[111]
Sail on, sail on, O Ship of State, [227]
Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, [142]
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, [301]
Serene I fold my hands and wait, [267]
Shed no tear! O shed no tear, [50]
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, [272]
She was a phantom of delight, [305]
Speak! speak! thou fearful guest, [240]
Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves!, [63]
Sunset and evening star, [124]
Sweet and low, sweet and low, [27]

Tell me not in mournful numbers, [218]
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, [158]
The boy stood on the burning deck, [22]
The breaking waves dashed high, [229]
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, [306]
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, [39]
The gingham dog and the calico cat, [18]
The God of Music dwelleth out of doors, [275]
The harp that once through Tara’s halls, [287]
The nautilus and the ammonite, [188]
The old mayor climb’d the belfry tower, [277]
The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea, [15]
The quality of mercy is not strained, [300]
There came a youth upon the earth, [171]
There came to port last Sunday night, [152]
There lay upon the ocean’s shore, [148]
There was a sound of revelry by night, [177]
There was never a Queen like Balkis, [7]
There were three kings into the East, [83]
There were three sailors of Bristol City, [41]
The splendour falls on castle walls, [66]
The stately homes of England, [192]
The summer and autumn had been so wet, [166]
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, [136]
The world is too much with us; late and soon, [304]
The year’s at the spring, [6]
Thirty days hath September, [7]
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, [122]
This was the noblest Roman of them all, [301]
’Tis the last rose of summer, [225]
T’other day as I was twining, [234]
Traveller, pluck a stem of moly, [233]
Triumphal arch that fills the sky, [53]
’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, [29]
Twinkle, twinkle little star, [6]