Animal Poems

Animal Poems

Somebody's Mother, by Mary Dow Brine

The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And be...

A Summer Afternoon, by Mary Dow Brine

A daisied meadow lying fair under a summer sky;...

The Sweet June Time, by Mary Dow Brine

The daisies and the buttercups
Now merrily are...

Morning, by Mary Morgan

The dawn had barely woke; the moon afar--
A si...

Spring Song, by Mary Morgan

I wandered in the well-known path,
The sky wa...

The Child and the King, by Mary T. Lathrap

I've read of the beautiful home of a King,
'T...

The Deserted Village, by Mary T. Lathrap

A city deserted! How strangely still
Falls the...

Dreams, by Mary T. Lathrap

Bright are my dreams.
Not brighter are the bea...

Evening, by Mary T. Lathrap

Marshall, May 31, 1859 The meek stars are br...

I Have No Mother Now, by Mary T. Lathrap

Marshall, April 29, 1859 I see him now,
A ...

An Indian Legend, by Mary T. Lathrap

Far, far away, where the sun goes down,
And...

The Last Journey, by Mary T. Lathrap

In memory of John B. Finch who dropped dead at ...

Life in the Country, by Mary T. Lathrap

Spring Arbor, July, 1860. O! Beautiful spot ...

The Wanderer's Grave, by Mary T. Lathrap

May 25, 1857 'T was the holy hour of twilight...

Wave Whispers, by Mary T. Lathrap

A thrilling of winds through the forest,
A mu...

Absence, by Matthew Arnold

In this fair stranger's eyes of grey
Thine eye...

At Dawn, by Maurice Browne

No wild-foot Dryad haunts this leafless glade
...

Summer in England, by Maurice Browne

Summer in England, winter in my heart:
So En...

To Dawn, by Maurice Browne

Thou that of twilight art fashioned,
Starligh...

Christ Has Risen!, by May Riley Smith

O sad-faced mourners, who each day are wending...

Coming Home, by May Riley Smith

I have come to the dear old threshold,
With e...

The Mountain in the West, by M.H. Cobb

Last eve the sunset winds upheaved
A mountain ...

Dementia, by Michael Tusa

It’ s a crime.   They should have s...

The Choice, by Moschus

When on the wave the breeze soft kisses flings,...

Eros and the Bull, by Moschus

His torch and quiver down sly Eros flung,
An ...