The Offering to Lais, by Paulus Silentiarius
These withered rendings of brow-wreathing rose;...
Flower Poems
Potent Charms, by Paulus Silentiarius
Who hangs a garland on the rose?
How idle then...
Fight, by Percy MacKaye
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...
Urology, by Peter Finch
from Zen Cymru hardly anything hurts here
fro...
The Swallows, by Pierre-Jean de Béranger
On the Moorish coast, chain-tethered,
Thus a...
Psyche, by Pierre Quillard
O MELANCHOLY tender Psyche, sleep.
Lily of da...
Yesterday's Footprints, by Ric Masten
last summer whenever possible
my visiting gran...
Atlantis, by Richard Chenevix Trench
I could loose my boat
And could bid it float
...
Love, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Seemeth not Love at times so occupied
For thee...
A Visit to Tusculum, by Richard Chenevix Trench
A solemn thing it is, and full of awe,
Wande...
The Aurora Borealis, by Richard Francis Towndrow
The nights of October 24th and 25th, 1870, we...
Art, by Richard Watson Gilder
Following the sun, westward the march of power...
The Letter, by Robert Birch
From Sweet Sorrow & Bitter Apple The yello...
The Banks o' Doon, by Robert Burns
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye ...
A Red, Red Rose, by Robert Burns
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's ...
Tam o' Shanter, by Robert Burns
WHEN chapman billies leave the street,
And dr...
April, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
Thine eyes are the stars of the morning,
Thy ...
The Dance of the Fairies, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
I Somewhere in magic mystery,
Beyond the hil...
Love's Return, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
Since when in days agone we met,
My life is d...
A Vision of Atlantis, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
I stood upon the topmost crag of rock-ribbed Ta...
The First Rose of Summer, by Robert Gilfillan
'Tis the first rose of summer that ope's to my ...
The Happy Days o' Youth, by Robert Gilfillan
O! The happy days o' youth are fast gaun by,
...
'Twas Not the Song, by Robert Gilfillan
'Twas not the song, 'twas not the dance,
Tha...
The Withered Rose, by Robert Gilfillan
On finding one in the author's copy of Dante. ...
Chop-Cherry, by Robert Herrick
Thou gav'st me leave to kiss,
Thou gav'st me ...