First Love, by C. B. Langston
I saw them fall, the bright, bright tears!
L...
Animal Poems
Freedom, by C. B. Langston
Whene'er my spirit would upward rise,
Its mor...
Home, by C. B. Langston
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,
The home...
Homeward Bound, by C. B. Langston
Oh, to behold my native land once more!
To cl...
Hope, by C. B. Langston
From whence the rapture which I feel
Through a...
My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
The New Year's Wreath, by C. B. Langston
Hail thou unfledged! Thou nestling of an hour!
...
The Rose, by C. B. Langston
The rose--the rose of matchless grace!
That be...
Solitude, by C. B. Langston
Tell me what 'tis to be alone?
It is when dear...
To a Butterfly, by C. B. Langston
Thou gaudy insect! Fickle wanderer!
Thou art a...
To a Raven, by C. B. Langston
Dost thou bear me evil thou croaking bird?
Thy...
To a Spider, by C. B. Langston
Weave on, poor insect! Weave on still,
Thy s...
To a Vase of Flowers, by C. B. Langston
Are they sighs of sorrow, my sweet flowers!
T...
To the Lips, by C. B. Langston
Ye beauteous lips! Ye fair but wily twins!
Par...
To the Moon, by C. B. Langston
Thy peerless glory, gentle orb! I sing,
Enam...
What Should Life Be?, by C. B. Langston
Life should be a ship in motion,
Truth its co...
Where Is Beauty?, by C. B. Langston
Ask me where beauty is, I'll say
'Tis in swee...
Wild Flowers, by C. B. Langston
My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Presse...
Youth, by C. B. Langston
Oh happy youth! Season of life most lovely!
Fa...
Butterfly Lesson, by C. J. Heck
Oh Mama look, a flutter-by,
her tiny hand he...
The Bathing of Pallas, by Callimachus
Come forth, come forth, ye virgins, and prep...
The Death of Heraclitus, by Callimachus
I hear, O friend, the fatal news
Of Heraclit...
The Death of Lycus, by Callimachus
Not on the land could Lycus die,
Nor in his n...
Hymn to Apollo, by Callimachus
What force, what sudden impulse thus can make
...
Hymn to Ceres, by Callimachus
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...