A Star in a Stone-Boat, by Robert Frost
(For Lincoln MacVeagh) NEVER tell me that not ...
Ant Poems
The Vantage Point, by Robert Frost
IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well...
Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...
Time-Stone, by Lola Ridge
Hallo, Metropolitan--
Ubiquitous windows star...
Advice To a Butter-Cup, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Undistinguished butter-cup
Lost among myriads ...
Georgic I, by Virgil
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
Star-Gazing, by John Boyle O'Reilly
Let be what is: why should we strive and wrestl...
Tale of a Dog, by John Godfrey Saxe
PART ONE I "Curse on all curs!" I heard a cyn...
The Church, by Jules Romains
The self-deceit of having wrought the light. P...
The Mississippi River, by Sarah Josepha Hale
Shadowed beneath those awful piles of stone,
...