What the Devil Said to Noah, by Arthur Guiterman
The world was badly scared;
The very heavens ...
Deer Poems
When the Deer Come Down to Drink, by Arthur Guiterman
When the deer come down to drink,
Their antle...
Winter's Approach, by August Wilhelm Wern
What means this scampering bustling move?
Why ...
The Description of the Wicked Man, by Bhartrhari
A cruel mind intent on strife,
Envying his ne...
Of Time the Destroyer, by Bhartrhari
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...
An Arctic Vision, by Bret Harte
Where the short-legged Eskimo
Waddle in the ic...
Hymn to Diana, by Callimachus
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
The Mississippi, by Edna Dean Proctor
Down the silent Mississippi, with his saintly ...
Sky Lotus, by Elizabeth Coatsworth
Moon over Japan.
White butterfly moon!
The wa...
The Building of the Ship, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Staunch...
The End of the Year, by Isaac McLellan
As a life-weary pilgrim sinks to his last repos...
Forest and Stream, by Isaac McLellan
Wide and far the woods extend,
Leaf-laden bra...
The Glory of Autumn, by Isaac McLellan
The generous autumn days are come,
The merrie...
The Haunted Wood, by Isaac McLellan
I ofttimes come to this lonely place,
And for...
Lake Tahoe, Colorado, by Isaac McLellan
The day is done, the sunset fires grow pale
B...
Mutations, by Isaac McLellan
After a lengthened life, I walk again
The woo...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
Panther in Louisiana, by Isaac McLellan
The flushing dawn had scarcely tipt
The mornin...
The Scenery and Game of Wyoming Territory, by Isaac McLellan
Twilight silently, softly falls,
Touching va...
Tiger Hunting in India with Elephants, by Isaac McLellan
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
Watching for Deer, by Isaac McLellan
Out in the woodlands all alone,
Out in the fo...
Wolf, by Isaac McLellan
In winter, when the snows lie deep
In shapele...
Pittsburgh, by James Kibble Paulding
Here lay dark Pittsburgh, from whose site ther...
Halloween, by James McIntyre
A tale we'll tell of what hath been
When maids...
Poetry, by James McIntyre
Poetry to us is given,
As stars beautify the ...