Knee Deep, by Robert McIntyre
They are calling "knee deep! Knee deep!" tonigh...
Animal Poems
Mirror Lake, by Robert McIntyre
When Day cometh over the dim mountain tops,
S...
The Old Zion Church, by Robert McIntyre
The old Zion Church, on the old country road, ...
Pictures of the Past, by Robert McIntyre
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
The River of Lost Souls, by Robert McIntyre
O Cañ on of Las Animas!
Within thy porp...
When the Gold is on the Willow, by Robert McIntyre
When the gold is on the willow, and the purple...
The Battle of Blenheim, by Robert Southey
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work w...
God's Judgment on Hatto, by Robert Southey
The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That i...
The Family Has Been Informed, by Roger Elkin
not of the salt-mill of stars
in the bleak nig...
Among the Lilies, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Dost mind the summer day when first we met
Upo...
Anno Domini 1869, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
"The night is far spent, the day is at hand."-...
Christmas Faith, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
To his little...
Christmas Pictures, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Christmas-Eve! And all unruffled
Dumb white sp...
The Comet of 1858, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
I Oh, whither art thou hast'ning in thy wild ...
Elder-Flowers, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
When the beautiful elder-flowers are drifting t...
Hasheesh Visions, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Fiery fetters fiercely bound me,
Globes of go...
Lilla Clare, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Wearily, drearily, mournfully fair,
By a de...
The Night has Come, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
The night has come, when I may sleep,
To dre...
The Phantom Ball, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
There's a staunch old Southern mansion near the...
Sunset Symbols, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
I watched the sun with lurid splendor set,
Wh...
Two Crowns, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Godfrey de Bouillon, Duke of Lorrain, refused...
Two Women, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Once, in a multitude, I met a woman tall and ...
Under the Sands, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Suggested by a notice of Sir Douglas Forsyth's ...
Bird Music, by Rose Terry Cooke
Singer of priceless melody,
Underguerdoned ch...
The Desire of the Moth, by Rose Terry Cooke
Golden-colored miller,
Leave the lamp, and f...