African Scenery, Birds, and Fruits, by Isaac McLellan
Enchanting scenes o'er Afric's mystic land
Sin...
Eagle Poems
The Death of Napoleon, by Isaac McLellan
Wild was the night, yet a wilder night,
Hung...
The Eagle, by Isaac McLellan
Monarch of the realms supernal,
Ranger of the...
Grizzly-Bear Hunting, by Isaac McLellan
'Mid scenes magnificently grand
In forest-grou...
The Haunted Wood, by Isaac McLellan
I ofttimes come to this lonely place,
And for...
The Ocean Yacht Race, by Isaac McLellan
A noble sight is this, I ween,
Fair panorama...
Watching for Deer, by Isaac McLellan
Out in the woodlands all alone,
Out in the fo...
Wild Horse of the Prairies, by Isaac McLellan
For other scenes their lights expand,
Out in ...
The Canonization, by John Donne
For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,...
To the Multitude Which Is Here, by Jules Romains
O MULTITUDE!
Here in the hollow of
The theatr...
Teton Mountain, by Lew Sarett
She walks alone against the dusky sky,
With s...
The Prisoner of Chillon, by Lord Byron
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor gre...
Hope's Choral, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Glad is my heart this Autumn morn
Though oft b...
Josephine, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
(The last word spoken by Napoleon the Great, b...
Slavery, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Where the palm groves and bananas in the sunny ...
Summer Clouds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I watched the clouds at evening
When the Summe...
Fight, by Percy MacKaye
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...
A Vision of Atlantis, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
I stood upon the topmost crag of rock-ribbed Ta...
War!, by S. Moore
O! What a devastating curse is war!
What miser...
Battle of Two Brothers, by Sophocles
Chorus from Antigone I O light of yon bright ...
Horatius, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...
Highlands, by Tony Turner
I'm saying goodbye to it all
for a month. I'm ...
The White-Hills of New Hampshire, by William B. Tappan
I see ye towering--Genii of the North!
I see y...
Ghosts, by William H. Simpson
Ghosts of the early earth!
The sly coyote know...
Wilderness, by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for teari...