The Praise of Works, by Bhartrhari
Why honour gods, who must submit to Fate,
Or...
Bird Poems
Eros and the Fowler, by Bion of Smyrna
Hunting the birds within a bosky grove,
A bir...
Hope, by C. B. Langston
From whence the rapture which I feel
Through a...
My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
To a Raven, by C. B. Langston
Dost thou bear me evil thou croaking bird?
Thy...
Hymn to Jupiter, by Callimachus
Whilst we to Jove immortal and divine,
Perfor...
The Carpenter's Song, by Carmen Sylva
My lot grew lighter day by day;
The children ...
The Mowing, by Caroline Spencer
But yesterday I passed this way,
And stopped ...
The Singer's Place, by Caroline Spencer
You would pass it by among the rest,
Curious ...
The Snowbird, by Caroline Spencer
He sits in winter's sleet, and the snow is rou...
A Strange Singer, by Caroline Spencer
Joy's the shyest bird
Mortal ever heard;
Lis...
Together, by Caroline Spencer
A song for the season, my dear, my dear!
A s...
In Other Springs, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
In other springs, before I knew your love,
S...
Hunting the Cotaco Creek, by Charles Ghigna
His hand in hold so trigger tight its blood
be...
To Francis Jammes, by Charles Guérin
O JAMMES, your house is like your face. A bear...
A Birthday, by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is ...
May, by Christina Rossetti
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know...
The Music of Nature, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
I A vision o'er my soul hath swept,
A dream ...
To a Hummingbird, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
Tell us, tell us whence thou comest,
Little ...
Midsummer Song, by Clinton Scollard
Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in ...
On Caragh Lake, by Clinton Scollard
I On Caragh lake the evening light
Is violet ...
The Spectral Rowers, by Clinton Scollard
What is that shimmering line of white
Gliding ...
The Aurora Borealis, by Dugald Moore
Are ye unholy shadows, that by fits
Start fro...
Columbus on First Beholding America, by Dugald Moore
God of my sires! O'er ocean's brim
Yon beauteo...
Autumn and the Afterglow, by Edith Matilda Thomas
I When the far woods a misty veil assume
(The...