A Rondeau by a Bookman, by Francis Howard Williams
In fallow fields I long to lie--
A bookman los...
Animal Poems
A Sonnet of Silence, by Francis Howard Williams
Tiptoe, with finger at her lip, and rare
Red...
There Sang a Bird, by Francis Vielé-Griffin
Behind my father's house there sang a bird,
I...
The Face of Love, by Frank L. Ludwig
When Love came to my doorstep
to brighten up m...
Dame Nature's Crazy Quilt, by Fred Emerson Brooks
Fair Tombstone sits high on her hills
Midst Ar...
The Grand Canyon of the Colorado, by Fred Emerson Brooks
Midway to heaven I stand between two skies:
T...
Old Eagle, by Fred Emerson Brooks
Fear not, grand eagle,
The bay of the beagle...
Santa Claus, by Fred Emerson Brooks
I am that mythical, mystical thing--
The litt...
Atlantis: Part I, by Frederick Tennyson
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
Atlantis: Part II, by Frederick Tennyson
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
The Crow, by G. K. Thomas
I hear your repeated syllable
of loneliness a...
Pagan Thoughts, by G. K. Thomas
I shouted my name through the valley,
but th...
The Purple Cow, by Gelett Burgess
I Never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see...
Battle of the Ford, by George Houghton
Impression left after listening to story narrat...
The Black Boars, by George Houghton
I The Black Boars crouch, a huddling pile,
...
The Carpenter, by George Houghton
I I'm sad, I'm sad, for the joy I had
Is wr...
The Nest in the Haw, by George Houghton
I A haw, with branches of bloom;
And a bird...
Niagara, by George Houghton
Idol I found thee, unfeeling, challenging man...
The Reaper, by George Houghton
The wheat-stalks are heavy and white,
They sl...
Restlessness, by George Houghton
Weary with waiting, we climb to the hill-tops ...
Sandy Hook, by George Houghton
White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
Light-h...
The Shepherdess, by George Houghton
A hill of heather 'gainst a yellow sky;
And o...
The Summer Storm, by George Houghton
In a scurry of clouds
Sudden day fell,
What ...
The Three Poplars, by George Houghton
A picture from Normandy. Three of them--lithe ...
The Winter Court at Nidaros, by George Houghton
Long were the night-times on that slip of shore...