My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
Fly Poems
To a Butterfly, by C. B. Langston
Thou gaudy insect! Fickle wanderer!
Thou art a...
The Bathing of Pallas, by Callimachus
Come forth, come forth, ye virgins, and prep...
The Death of Heraclitus, by Callimachus
I hear, O friend, the fatal news
Of Heraclit...
Hymn to Apollo, by Callimachus
What force, what sudden impulse thus can make
...
Hymn to Delos, by Callimachus
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
Hymn to Diana, by Callimachus
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
The Gnat, by Carmen Sylva
A long-legged gnat with airy wings, a dart
Sh...
In the Rushing Wind, by Carmen Sylva
The wind hath whirled the leaves from off the t...
The Sentinel, by Carmen Sylva
Each flower is a sentinel of God,
And ev'ry t...
The Swift Messenger, by Caroline Spencer
O Ariel, tricksy and dainty,
You spirit of f...
Hunting the Cotaco Creek, by Charles Ghigna
His hand in hold so trigger tight its blood
be...
The Permian Beds of Texas, by Charles Hazelius Sternberg
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Waikiki Beach, by Christine Siebeneck Swayne
This is the Beach whereon the white foam flies
...
Night and the Soul, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
I went to bed with Shakespeare's flowing number...
The Curse of Conemaugh, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
Where's nature's breast with anguish riven,
U...
The Magdalen, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
My beautiful lilies down under the snow,
Hast...
Midsummer Song, by Clinton Scollard
Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in ...
Silent Noon, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --...
The Aurora Borealis, by Dugald Moore
Are ye unholy shadows, that by fits
Start fro...
Bluebird, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Bright bird on yonder dreary, leafless tree,
...
A May Evening, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
A star that glimmers in the far-off gray
Of ev...
The Mississippi, by Edna Dean Proctor
Down the silent Mississippi, with his saintly ...
Four Sonnets, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I Love, though for this you riddle me with da...
A Winter Day, by Edward Robeson Taylor
The great Missouri, that when Spring was young...