To the Oregon Robin, by John Burroughs
KADIAK, July, 1899 O varied thrush! O robin ...
Apple Poems
Maud Muller, by John Greenleaf Whittier
MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the m...
Pennsylvania, by John Greenleaf Whittier
Never in tender quiet lapsed the day
From Penn...
The Fall, by Kathleen Radigan
There are apples in
the fall
(aching blossoms...
I am the Sphinx, by Maggie Butt
A doorway is a hopeless hiding place
and the s...
The King Sends Three Cats to Guinevere, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Queen Guinevere,
Three sleek and silent cats
...
To the Birds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across th...
The Changed Life, by Mary T. Lathrap
'T is a land of old romance and story, --
The ...
Childhood O'er Me Fondly Lingers, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
Childhood o'er me fondly lingers--
Wraps again...
The Unlucky Apple, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
'Twas the apple that in Eden
Caused our father...
Fight, by Percy MacKaye
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...
The Letter, by Robert Birch
From Sweet Sorrow & Bitter Apple The yello...
May, by Rose Terry Cooke
There's a bluebird sits on the apple-tree bough...
Nurseries, by Teresa Hooley
I love the nurseries,
Where, all arow,
The...
Arms and the Boy, by Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
How c...
Apple Blossoms, by William Wilsey Martin
Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring?
...
The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire ...