Autumn, by S. Moore
The flowers are fading, the trees getting bare...
Bird Poems
Spring, by Sarah Josepha Hale
The pleasant Spring has come again,
The prett...
Summer Morning, by Sarah Josepha Hale
How beautiful the morning,
When summer days a...
James Russell Lowell, by Sarah Knowles Bolton
The great trees murmur at the midnight hour,
...
Chorus from Ajax, by Sophocles
Fair Salamis, the billow's roar
Wanders aroun...
Inheritance, by Teresa Hooley
The shadow of a flying bird
Dark on a dew-whit...
Lord Ullin's Daughter, by Thomas Campbell
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries,...
Matin Song, by Thomas Heywood
Pack, clouds, away! And welcome, day!
With ...
Colosseum, Rome, by Watie W. Swanzy
Mids all the ruins Rome can boast, --
And they...
March, by Watie W. Swanzy
March, wild March, with her wind-blown locks,...
Pompeii, by Watie W. Swanzy
I The sunset's changing glory bright
Shone fu...
Raindrops, by Watie W. Swanzy
Hear the softly falling rain
Lightly patter on...
Ruins of James Town, Virginia, by William B. Tappan
WRITTEN WHILE PASSING DOWN JAMES RIVER. The to...
Summer, by William B. Tappan
Summer looks out! How green and gay
Is earth, ...
Home, by William H. Bushnell
Where the rustic porch was hidden by roses, re...
Ornithoidichnites, by William Henry Smith
On the red Connecticut sandstone
Of the Mesozo...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
Silence of the Canyon, by William Wendell Riley
Grand Canyon had no speech to make.
She never ...
Apple Blossoms, by William Wilsey Martin
Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring?
...
A Mocking-Bird, by Witter Bynner
An arrow, feathery, alive,
He darts and sin...
When the First Bird Sang, by Witter Bynner
I loved you, loved you, with your unseen eyes...
The Tower, by William Butler Yeats
IWhat shall I do...
Douce Souvenance, by Jessie Redmon Fauset
Again, as always, when the shadows fall, In...