Mithridates, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I cannot spare water or wine,
Tobacco-leaf, ...
Cherry Poems
The Black Cottage, by Robert Frost
WE chanced in passing by that afternoon
To cat...
In the Home Stretch, by Robert Frost
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked...
The Oven Bird, by Robert Frost
THERE is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, ...
Faces, by Walt Whitman
1 Sauntering the pavement or riding the count...
Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here, by Walt Whitman
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon sh...
Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman, by William Wordsworth
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from ...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Cherry Robbers, by D. H. Lawrence
Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red
...
Irony, by D. H. Lawrence
ALWAYS, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the...
Discord, by Conrad Aiken
The hurdy-gurdy sings in the golden morning;
...
The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck, by Amy Lowell
1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...
Off the Turnpike, by Amy Lowell
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in ...
Pickthorn Manor, by Amy Lowell
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
Stravinsky's Three Pieces "Grotesques", for String Quartet, by Amy Lowell
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Draw...
Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman, by William Wordsworth
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from ...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Amoureuse, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
If I could keep
just one moment in time
it w...
The Cherry Tree, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
“ Winter fast approaches;
you appear an...
The Cricket's Song, by Francis Jammes
LAST night the cricket sang when all was still....
The Ambiguous Dog, by Arthur Guiterman
The Dog beneath the Cherry-tree
Has ways that ...
The Call, by Clinton Scollard
O'er violet-dotted height and king-cup hollow
...
A May Evening, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
A star that glimmers in the far-off gray
Of ev...
I Loved a Lass, a Fair One, by George Wither
I loved a lass, a fair one,
As fair as e'er ...