A Dream of Fair Women, by Alfred Tennyson
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
...
Anemone Poems
Under the Beeches, by Alice Williams Brotherton
In the gray beech shadows
Dewey violets hide, ...
The Bitter-Sweet of Spring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
I Now is the tender moment of the year
When b...
Atlantis, by Herman Scheffauer
Westward the pillars slender
Of Hercules it la...
Early May, by John Burroughs
The time that hints the coming leaf,
When bud...
Urology, by Peter Finch
from Zen Cymru hardly anything hurts here
fro...
A Visit to Tusculum, by Richard Chenevix Trench
A solemn thing it is, and full of awe,
Wande...
Blow, Wild March Wind, by William Wilsey Martin
Blow, wild March wind! In hollows of the lea, ...