Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Cattle Poems
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but ...
The Summer Shower, by Albert Laighton
A white haze glimmered on the hills,
The vale...
In Nature's Realm, by Andrew Downing
The earth is bright and dewy-fresh
As Dian, r...
Winter Birds, by Andrew Downing
Fair is the sky, for the cloud-rack is lifted-...
Margery of the Fens, by Arthur Symons
I Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got...
California Pioneers of Early Days Crossing the Plains, by August Wilhelm Wern
Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...
The Rains, by Badger Clark
You've watched the ground-hog's shadow and the ...
Hymn to Ceres, by Callimachus
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...
The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Contoocook River, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Fair Contoocook, singing river,
Flowing over...
Ulysses and Calypso, by Edward Robeson Taylor
For that they slew the cattle of the Sun
Ulyss...
The Summer Day, by Edwin Leibfreed
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
The Summer Storm, by George Houghton
In a scurry of clouds
Sudden day fell,
What ...
Water, by Georges Duhamel
THIS water hardly keeps a memory of its sources...
Ours, by Greg Vovos
We all have our own Nessie. Mine if you ...
Texas, by Henry Van Dyke
I THE WILD BEES All along the Brazos river,
...
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is bu...
Atlantis, by Horace G. Groser
Far out beyond the furrowed seas they lie,
Th...
The Lion, by Isaac McLellan
In the Mahouna mountain, in the Haracta glen, ...
Lion of South Africa, by Isaac McLellan
Slow pass'd the sultry days in Afric wilds,
S...
Long Island in Late October, by Isaac McLellan
October's flaming banners, of purple and of go...
Rabbit, by Isaac McLellan
'Tis a fair haunt, a lovely scene
With vale a...
Wolf, by Isaac McLellan
In winter, when the snows lie deep
In shapele...
Canadian Charms, by James McIntyre
Here industry is not in vain,
For we have bou...