The Music Lover, by Leonidas of Tarentum
Not solely from the summer's sultry heat
Seek ...
Animal Poems
These Spoils Are Not Mine, by Leonidas of Tarentum
These spoils are not mine.
Who has hung up on ...
'Tis Time to Sail, by Leonidas of Tarentum
'Tis time to sail--the swallow's note is heard,...
Fisher of Stars, by Lew Sarett
My wild blood leaped as I watched the falling s...
October Snow, by Lew Sarett
Swiftly the blizzard stretched a frozen arm
Fr...
Old Oak, by Lew Sarett
Oh, you and I, old oak, beneath the leaden s...
Swamp-Owl, by Lew Sarett
A brooding pond in the hush of dusk,
As black...
Teton Mountain, by Lew Sarett
She walks alone against the dusky sky,
With s...
Thunderdrums, by Lew Sarett
An Indian War-medicine Dance I. THE DRUMMERS S...
The Wolf Cry, by Lew Sarett
The Arctic moon hangs overhead;
The wide whit...
Father William, by Lewis Carroll
"You are old, Father William, " the young man ...
The Destruction of Sennacherib, by Lord Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fol...
The Prisoner of Chillon, by Lord Byron
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor gre...
She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night, by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloud...
On the Coast of Maine, by Louisa Brooke
I. Off-Shore The dappled blue of the evening s...
Clean Winter, by Louise Driscoll
Winter comes grimly
And cleans house.
Blowing...
The Desert Has One God, by Louise Driscoll
The desert has one god, the Great Lord Sun.
D...
October, by Louise Driscoll
When my hills stand ablaze with gold and red,
...
Premonition, by Louise Driscoll
The crystal shiver of an icicle
That falls fro...
Against the Fear of Death, by Lucretius
What has this bugbear Death to frighten man,
...
Atomic Motions, by Lucretius
Now come: I will untangle for thy steps
Now by...
Character of the Atoms, by Lucretius
Bodies, again,
Are partly primal germs of th...
Confutation of Other Philosophers, by Lucretius
And on such grounds it is that those who held
...
Infinite Worlds, by Lucretius
Once more, we all from seed celestial spring, ...
The Infinity of the Universe, by Lucretius
Now learn of what remains! More keenly hear!
A...