The Bear Hunt, by Abraham Lincoln
A wild-bear chase, didst never see?
Then hast...
Dog Poems
The Summer Shower, by Albert Laighton
A white haze glimmered on the hills,
The vale...
In Summer, by Alcaeus
Come, wet thy chest with wine: the dog-star no...
Malison, by Alice Williams Brotherton
THIRTEENTH CENTURY What doth make my lord so p...
Ode to Spring, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Ho...
The Ambiguous Dog, by Arthur Guiterman
The Dog beneath the Cherry-tree
Has ways that ...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
Judisthra and His Dog, by Arthur Guiterman
From "The Mahabharata" The end drew nigh. Fors...
The Dogs, by Benjamin Peck Keith
If men in this world were as honest and true:
...
Hymn to Ceres, by Callimachus
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...
Vain Vows, by Charles Guérin
THIS winter night is odorous of spring.
Dreami...
The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
The Magdalen, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
My beautiful lilies down under the snow,
Hast...
Possession, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
I I look upon the world, beloved,
Thy world...
Question--Answer, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
WINTER. The sun is waning wan and old;
The d...
The Reign of St. Helens (1980), by Clark Crouch
On this spring morning
everything seemed quite...
Doubt No More that Oberon, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Doubt no more that Oberon--
Never doub that Pa...
Three Songs of Shattering, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, blo...
The Summer Day, by Edwin Leibfreed
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
The Death of Yazdagird, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh There was a paladin, a Tur...
The Open Window, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in t...
Paul Revere's Ride, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of ...
3:21 am, by Hicham Bensassi
Traffic was stirring;
Slow hum was red carria...
The Notes of the Birds, by Isaac McLellan
Well do I love those various harmonies
That ri...
Wildcat, by Isaac McLellan
Amid the wildernesses vast
That gird the Missi...