Easter Day, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The happiest day of all the year is this
By so...
Flower Poems
Easter Hymn, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
'Tis morn in Joseph's garden now
Where death a...
Flor Del Espiritu Santo, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Loitering, midst the tropic glory of a large c...
The Heavenly Messenger, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The gates swung back on golden hinges turned
T...
The Invalid to the Caged Bird, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
What are you singing my beautiful bird?
What a...
Lily of the Nile, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Queenly lily, fair and fragrant,
I have watc...
On the Evening Train, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Night after night, week after week, month aft...
The Reign of the Roses, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Room for the roses, make room for the roses,
...
The Roses, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I would sing of the roses
Their fragrance, th...
Summer Clouds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I watched the clouds at evening
When the Summe...
To the Birds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across th...
The Voice of the Clock, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
"Tick, tick, tick, " for many a long, long y...
Atlantis, by Mary C. Gillington
I When the long twilight waned upon the rim
O...
For Easter-Tide, by Mary Dow Brine
The shadows of winter, so chill and so gray,
...
A Recipe for Summer, by Mary Dow Brine
What is summer made of?
Of opening buds and fl...
The Rejected Rose, by Mary Dow Brine
Only a rosebud, sweet and fair,
Down by the ...
Spring-Time, by Mary Dow Brine
It means a glad up-springing of all things swee...
A Summer Afternoon, by Mary Dow Brine
A daisied meadow lying fair under a summer sky;...
The Violets, by Mary Dow Brine
Today I saw the violet-girl, with sad and wist...
Why the Daisies are White, by Mary Dow Brine
Once on a time a quarrel rose,
'Tis said, be...
The Poet's Hour, by Mary Morgan
See where the twilight draweth nigh,
Enswathi...
1857-1882, by Mary T. Lathrap
We were wont to dread November
With its garmen...
Breaking of the Ice, by Mary T. Lathrap
Under the winter moon they lay--
Frozen river,...
The Changed Life, by Mary T. Lathrap
'T is a land of old romance and story, --
The ...
Easter Dawn, by Mary T. Lathrap
There was a night when the Lord lay dead,
And...