Parable of the Old Men and the Young, by Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, ...
Animal Poems
The Show, by Wilfred Owen
My soul looked down from a vague height with De...
Spring Offensive, by Wilfred Owen
Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They...
St. Valentine's Day, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Today, all day, I rode upon the Down,
With ...
Christ on the Shore, by William Alexander
In the silence of the morning,
Of the morning...
Beauty in the Grave, by William B. Tappan
On seeing an ancient picture of a beautiful lad...
Death of the Patriots, John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, by William B. Tappan
July 4, 1826. The trump of war rings loudly, ...
Ruins of James Town, Virginia, by William B. Tappan
WRITTEN WHILE PASSING DOWN JAMES RIVER. The to...
Summer, by William B. Tappan
Summer looks out! How green and gay
Is earth, ...
To One that Meditated Suicide, by William B. Tappan
Thou, whom stern anguish wastes away,
Whose ...
What is Death?, by William B. Tappan
I ask'd the laughing bright-haired boy,
As he...
What is Eternity?, by William B. Tappan
Go thou and mark the holy preacher's tones,
A...
The White-Hills of New Hampshire, by William B. Tappan
I see ye towering--Genii of the North!
I see y...
The Diverting History of John Gilpin, by William Cowper
Showing how he went farther than he intended, ...
6 am on the beach in Venice, by William F. DeVault
the clouds forming a ceiling that caps a feelin...
Home, by William H. Bushnell
Where the rustic porch was hidden by roses, re...
Ghosts, by William H. Simpson
Ghosts of the early earth!
The sly coyote know...
The New Day, by William H. Simpson
The swift scouts of dawn ride in,
Their lance...
Ornithoidichnites, by William Henry Smith
On the red Connecticut sandstone
Of the Mesozo...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
A Mother's Grave, by William Wendell Riley
Beyond the hills and prairies wide,
Far, far...
Silence of the Canyon, by William Wendell Riley
Grand Canyon had no speech to make.
She never ...
Apple Blossoms, by William Wilsey Martin
Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring?
...
The Autumn Leaves Go By, by William Wilsey Martin
The autumn leaves, the autumn leaves go by,
...
The Birth of the Red Rose, by William Wilsey Martin
Thro' the gateways of Eden, Eve all mournful
...