The Dogs, by Benjamin Peck Keith
If men in this world were as honest and true:
As the dogs--That they claim have no souls to sav...
Poems by Benjamin Peck Keith
The Memory of a Love, by Benjamin Peck Keith
When the evenings shadows gather,
And I seek the lonely shore,
Where 'Oft we walked together,...
A Memory of Arizona, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Do you remember that dark night,
We met upon the Verde Trail,
And I was paralyzed with fright...
November Rain, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Rain, rain, November rain,
When the day is dismal and bleak,
And you dash against my window...
A Reminder of Christmas, by Benjamin Peck Keith
When I sense the balsam fragrance:
Of the hemlock and the pine,
I seem to hear the carols,
...
The Suicide, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Out of the hurry and worry and din,
Of a World too full of trouble and sin,
Out on the sea of...
To Annie Cook, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Hero of the Yellow Fever Epidemic She was a woman of tarnished name,
Annie Cook of Mansion Ho...
A Visit to My Boyhood Home, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Across the meadow's green expanse,
Among those hills that rise beyond,
Where fancy walked wit...
Wall Street, by Benjamin Peck Keith
A crooked little thoroughfare,
Narrow, short and dark;
My name is sounded everywhere,
The...
The Wreck of the Titanic, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Out of Southampton she swung with the stream,
A poem of iron and steel, A sea dream.
And thou...