San Francisco, by Edward Robeson Taylor
I Dawn scarce had lit the torch of smiling day...
Bear Poems
To Beauty, by Edward Robeson Taylor
What joy to watch thee as thy wings with zest
...
Alone, by Edwin Leibfreed
Nay, not tired; lonely!
Through the years
No...
The Circus, by Edwin Leibfreed
The circus come to our town,
En' everything w...
When the Gentle Christ Was Tracing, by Edwin Leibfreed
When the gentle Christ was tracing
His forgive...
The Tortoise in Eternity, by Elinor Wylie
Within my house of patterned horn
I sleep in s...
The Lonely Window, by Eliza Allen Starr
December, 1845. DEERFIELD. O how sadly looks ...
Six Stone Steps, by Eliza Allen Starr
The October sun is lighting up
The sunny limes...
Ad Finem, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
On the white throat of the useless passion
Tha...
Life Is Too Short, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is too short for any vain regretting;
Le...
Penalty, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Because of the fullness of what I had
All that...
Monogamy, by Euripides
Chorus from Andromache I Two rival Consorts n...
The Sphynx, by Euripides
Chorus from The Phoenician Women O winged Fien...
The Death of Yazdagird, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh There was a paladin, a Tur...
How Shirwi ascended the Throne, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh Now when Shirwi sat on the ...
If I Were Dead, by Florence Peacock
If I were dead, with tangled grass above me,
...
A Stony Way, by Florence Peacock
You are so far above me; yet I stand
And watch...
A Sonnet of Silence, by Francis Howard Williams
Tiptoe, with finger at her lip, and rare
Red...
Old Eagle, by Fred Emerson Brooks
Fear not, grand eagle,
The bay of the beagle...
Santa Claus, by Fred Emerson Brooks
I am that mythical, mystical thing--
The litt...
Atlantis: Part I, by Frederick Tennyson
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
Atlantis: Part II, by Frederick Tennyson
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
Wynhilda, by George Houghton
I Thou shalt not whimper, daughter mine!
No ...
The Last Monster, by George Sterling
In backward vision, from the primal dusk
I sa...
A Gospel, by Georges Duhamel
O HAPPY feelings coming from outside,
You hav...