Province of Ontario, by James McIntyre
In the land of woods and lakes,
Pure happines...
Deer Poems
Fires in Illinois, by John James Piatt
How bright this weird autumnal eve--
While the...
The Cougar, by Keith Holyoak
At dawn I took my boat and crossed
Over to Son...
Descent, by Keith Holyoak
I. The Bank “ It goes in ninety seconds!...
The Prisoner of Chillon, by Lord Byron
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor gre...
The Soul Is Mortal, by Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That...
Highway to the Coast, by Mark Thalman
Thick and green, the hills rise
on each other...
The Wild Deer, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Fly for thy life, fleet, frightened crature, ...
To the Delaware River, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
Thou brightly flowing Delaware,
Whose waters ...
Window of Time, by Patricia Walter
She sits at the window
frozen in time.
What d...
Signs of Rain, by Sara Coleridge
THE Thrush has been silent for many a long day,...
Song of Philoctetes, by Sophocles
Chorus from Philoctetes I O cave of hollow ro...
The Falls of the Passaic, by Washington Irving
In a wild, tranquil vale, fringed with forest...
The Mississippi, by Watie W. Swanzy
Majestic river! In thy onward course,
Like th...
Ghosts, by William H. Simpson
Ghosts of the early earth!
The sly coyote know...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...