To My Wife, by Gerald Massey
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
Bear Poems
Spiked, by Greg Vovos
He wasn’ t sure what to do.
He couldn&rs...
Homage, by Gustave Kahn
THY arms with bracelets I will deck,
and with...
By Hudson's Tide, by Henry Abbey
What pleasant dreams, what memories, rise,
...
The Fisher-Maidens, by Henry Abbey
Normandy. We two are fisher-maidens, and we d...
Ontiora, by Henry Abbey
Moons on moons ago,
In the sleep, or night, ...
Sally in Our Alley, by Henry Carey
Of all the Girls that are so smart
There's non...
The Spring Bulbs' Advent, by Henry O'Meara
Now from their crysalis trance our bulb-loves p...
The Grand Canyon, by Henry Van Dyke
DAYBREAK What makes the lingering Night so cli...
The Bridge, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clo...
The Goblet of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;
And thou...
Hymn to the Night, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Swe...
Maidenhood, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Maiden! With the meek, brown eyes,
In whose ...
The Skeleton in Armor, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with ...
Suspiria, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Take them, O Death! And bear away
Whatever th...
The Wreck of the Hesperus, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed th...
To Mæcenas, by Horace
Descended of an ancient line,
That long the T...
The Decayed Chapel, by Isaac McLellan
Grey Church! The Twilight's dying fire
Hath fa...
The End of the Year, by Isaac McLellan
As a life-weary pilgrim sinks to his last repos...
Florida Scenes and Sports, by Isaac McLellan
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
A Funeral in the Village, by Isaac McLellan
Hark! To the village bell!
The red, Autumnal ...
Grizzly-Bear Hunting, by Isaac McLellan
'Mid scenes magnificently grand
In forest-grou...
Lion of South Africa, by Isaac McLellan
Slow pass'd the sultry days in Afric wilds,
S...
My Dogs Sancho and Neptune, by Isaac McLellan
You know, my dear Sancho, the shooting is o'e...
The Ocean Yacht Race, by Isaac McLellan
A noble sight is this, I ween,
Fair panorama...