The Primrose Dance: Tivoli, by Arthur Symons
TO MINNIE CUNNINGHAM Skirts like the amber pet...
Animal Poems
The Wood-Nymph, by Arthur Symons
After a picture by Burne Jones The green leave...
California Pioneers of Early Days Crossing the Plains, by August Wilhelm Wern
Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...
Grand Canyon, by August Wilhelm Wern
A wondrous sight that greets our eye
Beyond mo...
Migrating Birds that Come to the Fount and Food Basket Near My Window, by August Wilhelm Wern
Welcome, sweet and lovely rangers,
Though to...
My Dream, by August Wilhelm Wern
A dream, and yet--was it a dream?
It vanished...
Silver Wedding Greeting, by August Wilhelm Wern
The wedding day of long ago
Is ever new to hea...
Sun God, by August Wilhelm Wern
Of many gods thus gone before,
That man did w...
Winter's Approach, by August Wilhelm Wern
What means this scampering bustling move?
Why ...
Remembering Permeability, by B. T. Joy
the idea is not to strive to be permeable to e...
Of Happiness to Mortal Man, by Bacchylides
Of happiness to mortal man One is the road, an...
Peace in all Her Sweetness Hail, by Bacchylides
Peace in all her sweetness hail!
No more the c...
Peace on Earth, by Bacchylides
To mortal men Peace giveth these good things:
...
Theseus, by Bacchylides
Blue shadows wreathed the galley's prow that bo...
The Bad Lands, by Badger Clark
No fresh green things in the Bad Lands bide;
...
The Coyote, by Badger Clark
Trailing the last gleam after,
In the valleys...
The Rains, by Badger Clark
You've watched the ground-hog's shadow and the ...
The Springtime Plains, by Badger Clark
Heart of me, are you hearing
The drum of hoof...
My Candy Girl, by Barry Comer
Green mint breath, with a predator&rsq...
Don't Ever Feed a Dinosaur, by Baudelaire Jones
Don't ever feed a dinosaur.
He might bite off ...
If You Ever Meet a Dinosaur, by Baudelaire Jones
If you ever meet a dinosaur,
I wouldn't stand...
The Smallest Dinosaur, by Baudelaire Jones
It must have been embarrassing
For tiny Compso...
Unseen, by Bee W. Hasler
In the blind darkness of unlit rooms
I was gro...
The Hour Glass, by Ben Jonson
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
...
The Dogs, by Benjamin Peck Keith
If men in this world were as honest and true:
...