Long Expected, by Gerald Massey
O many and many a day before we met,
I knew s...
Dove Poems
To My Wife, by Gerald Massey
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
Wedded Love, by Gerald Massey
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...
Science and the Soul, by Henry Abbey
I sought, in sleep, to find the mountain-land...
Maidenhood, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Maiden! With the meek, brown eyes,
In whose ...
Nuremberg, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across bro...
The Skeleton in Armor, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with ...
Peace, by Horace G. Groser
Buffeted by the world's unequal strife,
And h...
Rabbit, by Isaac McLellan
'Tis a fair haunt, a lovely scene
With vale a...
The Sand-Hill Crane and Other Wild Fowl of Mexico, by Isaac McLellan
Here in this genial Mexic land,
Where soft is...
Watching for Elephants at Night in South Africa, by Isaac McLellan
For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
Kiss VIII, by Johannes Secundus
Ah! What ungovern'd rage, declare,
Neæ...
Kiss IX, by Johannes Secundus
Cease thy sweet, thy balmy Kisses;
Cease thy...
A White Rose, by John Boyle O'Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the whi...
The Canonization, by John Donne
For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,...
A Poet's Atlantis, by John Imlah
Away! Away! We will sail the sea,
To find som...
Taking the Train of Singularity South from Midtown, by John J. Ronan
42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Sq...
The Soul Is Mortal, by Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That...
Flor Del Espiritu Santo, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Loitering, midst the tropic glory of a large c...
The Love of God, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
What though an angel dipped his pen
In living ...
To the Birds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across th...
Lilla Clare, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Wearily, drearily, mournfully fair,
By a de...
Two Crowns, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Godfrey de Bouillon, Duke of Lorrain, refused...
Two Women, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Once, in a multitude, I met a woman tall and ...
The Irish Heart, by S. Moore
Some people think the Irish mind
Is rough, an...