The Window, by Stéphane Mallarmé
TIRED of the fetid smell that climbs and sticks...
Flower Poems
Columbines, by Teresa Hooley
Airily poised in the garden bed,
Delicate saf...
A Daffodil Day, by Teresa Hooley
All day long blew the daffodils,
Oh, what a ...
In a Wild Garden, by Teresa Hooley
Men cut down the trees here,
Years ago.
Now ...
Nurseries, by Teresa Hooley
I love the nurseries,
Where, all arow,
The...
The Turn of the Year, by Teresa Hooley
To-day is January still,
Yet, fugitive and h...
The Guild of Her Beauty, by Theophilus Marzials
What cunning craftsman coin'd the thread
Of go...
A Nightpiece, by Theophilus Marzials
Endymion sleeps along the distant hills,
Calm...
The Battle of Naseby, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
Oh! Wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the...
Horatius, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...
Freedom and Love, by Thomas Campbell
How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love...
Cherry-Ripe, by Thomas Campion
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and ...
Ask Me No More Where Jove Bestows, by Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June ...
Arnold at Stillwater, by Thomas Dunn English
Benedict Arnold at the Battle of Stillwater, 1...
Birds of Spring, by Watie W. Swanzy
Trooping o'er the meadows,
Chatter, chatter,...
The Cloud, by Watie W. Swanzy
Fleecy cloud that floats in azure,
Floats abo...
Evening, by Watie W. Swanzy
After the turmoil and heat of the day,
Comes ...
October, by Watie W. Swanzy
Sun that sheds rich mellow beams;
Misty hills...
Pompeii, by Watie W. Swanzy
I The sunset's changing glory bright
Shone fu...
Venice, by Watie W. Swanzy
Bride of the sea! In beauty wrought
With marbl...
Arms and the Boy, by Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
How c...
Parable of the Old Men and the Young, by Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, ...
The Show, by Wilfred Owen
My soul looked down from a vague height with De...
The New Atlantis, by William Alexander
I A city of young life astir for fame,
With ...
Farewell to New England, by William B. Tappan
Farewell to the scenes that my childhood has kn...