Ezra Pound said Death of the Hired Man was this poet at his best daring to write in the natural speech of New England

The epitaph on this poet's grave marker in Amherst Massachusetts simply says Called Back

Tintinnabulation so musically wells in this piece by Edgar Allan Poe

He wrote Flow gently sweet Afton among thy green braes

He thought Four Quartets was the best of his own poems

This Scot's first poetry collection included To a Mouse & To a Louse

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? asks T.S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of him

This poem about a prince & a monster is preserved in a single manuscript from about 1000 A.D.

One of Australia's most beloved poems is Banjo Paterson's The Man from this river

This Matthew Arnold poem begins The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full the moon lies fair

Amy Lowell reviewing North of Boston said Not only is his work New England in subject it is so in technique

In Inferno Dante called him my master... from whom alone I took the style whose beauty has done me honor

It's thought that Poe's child bride Virginia Clemm inspired this poem of his about a maiden in a kingdom by the sea

The Song of Hiawatha says From the water-fall he named her this Laughing Water

Yeats: I will arise and go now and go to this place

A sailor foolishly kills a lucky seabird & all hell breaks loose in this Coleridge poem

Ernest Lawrence Thayer got $5 for this baseball poem published in 1888

This Tennyson poem begins Half a league half a league half a league onward

The medieval poem Parzival tells of a young knight's search for this sacred object in the form of a gemstone

This Frenchman's Flowers of Evil poetry collection was published to scandalous success in the 1850s

He penned the lines The woods are lovely dark and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep

That is no country for old men begins this Irishman's poem Sailing to Byzantium

The City College of New York hosts an annual festival celebrating the legacy of this poet laureate of Harlem

In a poem by William Carlos Williams it's easy to visualize this title object glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

In the 1650s he wrote a very personal sonnet On His Blindness