Ebb and Flow, by Rose Terry Cooke
'Tis something to have turned the tide
That eb...
Animal Poems
Exogenesis, by Rose Terry Cooke
The curving beach and shining bay,
Stretch fr...
Fantasia, by Rose Terry Cooke
When I am a sea-flower
Under the cool green ti...
Gone, by Rose Terry Cooke
A silent, odor-laden air,
From heavy branche...
The Lesson, by Rose Terry Cooke
Flutter thy new wings lightly,
Poor, fearful...
May, by Rose Terry Cooke
There's a bluebird sits on the apple-tree bough...
Monotropa, by Rose Terry Cooke
Loves serene, uncarnate Graces!
Born of pure ...
October, by Rose Terry Cooke
"Rest! Rest! Shall I not have all Eternity to r...
Prayer, by Rose Terry Cooke
Oh, Love divine, ineffable!
Help the weak he...
A Story, by Rose Terry Cooke
In a gleam of sunshine a gentian stood,
Dream...
Trailing Arbutus, by Rose Terry Cooke
Darlings of the forest!
Blossoming alone
When...
The Two Villages, by Rose Terry Cooke
Over the river, on the hill,
Lieth a village...
Mother, by Rossiter Worthington Raymond
True heart and wise, that with Love's key
Did...
The Ballad of East and West, by Rudyard Kipling
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and neve...
To a Stranger, by Ruth Thomas Pickering
I have seen you arise and go forth in the night...
Autumn, by S. Moore
The flowers are fading, the trees getting bare...
The Fall of the Leaf, by S. Moore
The verdant foliage of the trees
Will soon be ...
The Firefly, by S. Moore
Pretty little firefly
Luminous and bright,
W...
An Honest Man, by S. Moore
'Tis hard to find an honest man,
Sincere in e...
The Horse, by S. Moore
The noble horse, but, oh! How oft the poor
I...
I Am a Christian, by S. Moore
I am a Christian, and I love the name,
Nor w...
Interview With a Robin, by S. Moore
One eve while indulging my poetic mood,
Stray...
The Irish Heart, by S. Moore
Some people think the Irish mind
Is rough, an...
Longing for Spring, by S. Moore
O how I long again to see
The vernal face of S...
Love, by S. Moore
There is a love of heat intense,
Which like a...