Summer, by S. Moore
When Sol pours down his floods of light,
So h...
Bear Poems
What is Life?, by S. Moore
I asked a hoary headed man,
Whose face was ha...
Henry Hudson, by Sarah Knowles Bolton
Summer of 1611. At daybreak, on the frozen Hu...
An Hour with Thee, by Sir Walter Scott
An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples w...
Agamemnon's Vengeance, by Sophocles
Chorus from Electra I If wisdom fail me not, ...
Antigone in Her Tomb, by Sophocles
O tomb, my bridal chamber, vaulted home.
Gua...
The Life of Woman, by Sophocles
I by myself am nought; yea, oftentimes
So loo...
The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell
I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...
Jesus Before Pilate, by Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch
I In Pilate's hall, by scornful Pharisees
Su...
Human Nature, by Theognis of Megara
Learn, Kurnus, learn to bear an easy mind;
...
The Poet and His Muse, by Theognis of Megara
You soar aloft, and over land and wave
Are bo...
The Battle of Naseby, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
Oh! Wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the...
Horatius, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...
The Blessed Book, by Watie W. Swanzy
Oh, this blessed Book of Thine!
In each word ...
O Heavenly Father!, by Watie W. Swanzy
O heavenly Father, God of love!
We raise our ...
Pompeii, by Watie W. Swanzy
I The sunset's changing glory bright
Shone fu...
The Triumph of Christ, by Watie W. Swanzy
I Hell's gates together swung with awful clang...
When the Shades of Eve, by Watie W. Swanzy
When the shades of eve are falling
O'er the ea...
Greater Love, by Wilfred Owen
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones...
Christ on the Shore, by William Alexander
In the silence of the morning,
Of the morning...
To One that Meditated Suicide, by William B. Tappan
Thou, whom stern anguish wastes away,
Whose ...
What is Death?, by William B. Tappan
I ask'd the laughing bright-haired boy,
As he...
The Diverting History of John Gilpin, by William Cowper
Showing how he went farther than he intended, ...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
The Birth of the Red Rose, by William Wilsey Martin
Thro' the gateways of Eden, Eve all mournful
...