A Memory of Arizona, by Benjamin Peck Keith
Do you remember that dark night,
We met upon ...
Animal Poems
Tarot, by Bernard McEvoy
(An Artistic and Ephemeral Publication) Shot a...
Against the Desire of Worldly Things, by Bhartrhari
Envy possesses those that know,
Great men are...
Against the Love of Beauty, by Bhartrhari
The moth unwitting rushes on the fire,
Throug...
The Description of the Wicked Man, by Bhartrhari
A cruel mind intent on strife,
Envying his ne...
Of Evil Men and Oppressors, by Bhartrhari
My drink is of the crystal brook, of fruits my...
Of Time the Destroyer, by Bhartrhari
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...
On Fools, by Bhartrhari
She whom I worship night and day, she loathes ...
The Path of Altruism, by Bhartrhari
Trees are bowed down with weight of fruit,
Cl...
The Praise of Destiny, by Bhartrhari
Under Vrihaspati's own eyes
Entrenched on heav...
The Praise of Firmness, by Bhartrhari
The gods with priceless jewels were not bought,...
The Praise of the Good Man, by Bhartrhari
All-hail to those who love the good,
And sinf...
The Praise of Self-respect and Valour, by Bhartrhari
Worn with hunger, faint and feeble, shorn of ...
The Praise of Works, by Bhartrhari
Why honour gods, who must submit to Fate,
Or...
Cleodamus and Myrson, by Bion of Smyrna
CLEODAMUS. MYRSON. CLEODAMUS.
What sweet for ...
Eros and the Fowler, by Bion of Smyrna
Hunting the birds within a bosky grove,
A bir...
Lament for Adonis, by Bion of Smyrna
I and the Loves Adonis dead deplore;
The beau...
Love Resistless, by Bion of Smyrna
Bright Cypris! Goddess ever meek and mild,
Of...
Trees, by Bishal Karna
About life
I started writing a book.
Writing ...
An Arctic Vision, by Bret Harte
Where the short-legged Eskimo
Waddle in the ic...
Presidio de San Francisco, 1800, by Bret Harte
I Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands...
San Francisco, by Bret Harte
Serene, indifferent of Fate,
Thou sittest at...
The Bee, by C. B. Langston
Is it the beauty of the flower,
Its honeyed s...
The Dream, by C. B. Langston
On fancy's wing, in slumber's regions borne,
...
Fireflies, by C. B. Langston
Oh, the fireflies! Oh, the fireflies!
They r...