Salut au Monde!, by Walt Whitman
1 O take my hand Walt Whitman!
Such gliding ...
Camel Poems
Where is the Giant of the Sun?, by Alfred Tennyson
Where is the Giant of the Sun, which stood
In...
Ode XIV, by Hafez
The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood...
Ode XXVII, by Hafez
My friend has fled! Alas, my friend has fled, ...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning
I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Ha...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
His Camel, by Alqamah ibn Abada
So leave her, and cast care from thy heart wit...
Alba, by Antarah ibn Shaddad
The poets have muddled all the little fountains...
The Poem of Antara, by Antarah ibn Shaddad
Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...
The Best and Worst Nail in the Ark, by Arthur Guiterman
Now this is the story (and all of ye hark!)
Of...
Gloria Mundi, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
PARIS, 1900. Magician hands through long, la...
Elephant Hunting, by Isaac McLellan
Long journeying over Afric's waste,
Fair, fl...
Geology Made Easy, by Katharine Lee Bates
I tell a tale which makes me pale
For its dism...
The Desert Camel, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Trackless and bare are the sands of the desert
...