The Saga of the Quern-Stones, by Alice Williams Brotherton
King Frodë from Sweden
Two giant maidens ...
Bear Poems
The Singer, by Alice Williams Brotherton
A singer went singing adown the world,
Now in...
The Lake, by Alphonse de Lamartine
Thus ever drawn toward far shores uncharted,
...
Love's Night Walk, by Anacreon
Downward was the wheeling Bear
Driven by the W...
Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove, by Anacreon
Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,
Thus your h...
The Vintage, by Anacreon
Men and maids at time of year
The ripe cluster...
Wine the Healer, by Anacreon
Who his cups can stoutly bear,
In his cups de...
The Sunflower State, by Andrew Downing
Doubtless you have heard the saying, Kansas la...
Coming Home from the Fair, by Anna Katherine Green
She thinks she is pretty--look there!
How she ...
Three Letters, by Anna Katherine Green
I FROM HIM TO HER Sweet, when I gave m...
Come, Said Jesus, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy la...
The Groans of the Tankard, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;
...
The Invitation, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
The Angel of Death, To the Suicide, by Anne S. Bushby
What would'st thou--mortal rash and blind?
Has...
The Poem of Antara, by Antarah ibn Shaddad
Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...
Reincarnation, by Ardelia Cotton Barton
How strangely familiar all that I see,
The sw...
The Bee, by Arthur Guiterman
Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other ca...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
Mikko the Squirrel, by Arthur Guiterman
A PASSAMAQUODDY INDIAN LEGEND Mikko the Squirr...
At Tarragona, by Arthur Symons
If I could know but when and why
This piece of...
Laus Virginitatis, by Arthur Symons
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,
O ...
Grand Canyon, by August Wilhelm Wern
A wondrous sight that greets our eye
Beyond mo...
Of Happiness to Mortal Man, by Bacchylides
Of happiness to mortal man One is the road, an...
Of Evil Men and Oppressors, by Bhartrhari
My drink is of the crystal brook, of fruits my...
Of Time the Destroyer, by Bhartrhari
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...