Evening, by Mary T. Lathrap
Marshall, May 31, 1859 The meek stars are br...
Flower Poems
An Indian Legend, by Mary T. Lathrap
Far, far away, where the sun goes down,
And...
No More, by Mary T. Lathrap
No more beneath the linden,
Or in a maple gro...
Voices, by Mary T. Lathrap
There are voices sweet in the echoing wood,
A...
A Woman's Answer to a Man's Question, by Mary T. Lathrap
Do you know you have asked for the costliest th...
At Dawn, by Maurice Browne
No wild-foot Dryad haunts this leafless glade
...
Purple Aster, by May Riley Smith
Bravely my sweet flower resists
Heat of August...
A Thanksgiving Prayer, by May Riley Smith
For toil that is a medicine for woe,
For stre...
December, by M.H. Cobb
Far down the somber-tinted North,
Where Argol...
The Mountain in the West, by M.H. Cobb
Last eve the sunset winds upheaved
A mountain ...
Eunica; or, The Herdsman, by Moschus
When lately I offer'd Eunica to kiss,
She fle...
Europa, by Moschus
Cypris, when all but shone the dawn's glad bea...
Lament for Bion, by Moschus
Ye mountain valleys, pitifully groan!
Rivers ...
Childhood O'er Me Fondly Lingers, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
Childhood o'er me fondly lingers--
Wraps again...
Freedom, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
The winds of heaven are sweeping free,
They c...
The Slave's Soliloquy, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
I am a slave! Oh why was I born!
Why was I mad...
My Lady Hyacinth, by Nellie Seelye Evans
Jars of purple, pearl, and blue,
Quick she ...
Spring, by Nellie Seelye Evans
The lawn's green silk is softly drawn
About th...
To a Child, Two Years Old, by Nellie Seelye Evans
Thy soul's a fountain, crystal clear,
With l...
Glen Lake at Twilight, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
How still she lies!
A bride in all her wedding...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
The Night of Storm, by Paul Fort
BOWED o'er my staff, but raising not my head, ...
Pan and the Cherries, by Paul Fort
I RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops,
And b...
The Lily of the Valley, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming
In the frag...
The Unlucky Apple, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
'Twas the apple that in Eden
Caused our father...