Orchard Song, by Sappho
Cool murmur of water through apple-wood
Trough...
Apple Poems
The Kitten and Falling Leaves, by William Wordsworth
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty ...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Fort...
A Poison Tree, by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, ...
Archaic Torso of Apollo, by Rainer Maria Rilke
We never knew his incorrigible head
where the ...
Georgic II, by Virgil
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
I Have a Rendezvous with Death, by Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some dispute...
Under the Beeches, by Alice Williams Brotherton
In the gray beech shadows
Dewey violets hide, ...
And Now With All Thy Pencil's Truth, by Anacreon
And now with all thy pencil's truth,
Portray ...
The Bee, by Arthur Guiterman
Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other ca...
True Spring, by Arthur Guiterman
What, spring, because a day is fair,
Becaus...
Hymn to Ceres, by Callimachus
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...
A Birthday, by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is ...
Midsummer Song, by Clinton Scollard
Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in ...
The Orchard-Pit, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Piled deep below the screening apple-branch
Th...
The Enchanted Ring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
A Tale of Halloween I You ask me for a tale o...
Pan in Wall Street, by Edmund Clarence Stedman
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Looks o...
O For the Wings of a Dove, by Euripides
Chorus from Hippolytus Could I take me to some...
Kissing, by Fred Emerson Brooks
Nay, pretty maiden, be not shy;
Perchance I...
Beyond the Breakers, by George Sterling
The world was full of the sound of a great wind...
Autumn Ballad, by Henry Abbey
How mild and fair the day, dear love! And in t...
To a Child, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dear child! How radiant on thy mother's knee,
...
Long Island in Late October, by Isaac McLellan
October's flaming banners, of purple and of go...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
Remonstrance, by Jean Ingelow
Daughters of Eve! Your mother did not well:
S...