Science and the Soul, by Henry Abbey
I sought, in sleep, to find the mountain-land...
Fly Poems
The Last Day of Pompeii, by Henry O'Meara
August 24, A.D. 79. Widespread the centuries,...
Birds of Passage, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
Th...
Maidenhood, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Maiden! With the meek, brown eyes,
In whose ...
The Village Blacksmith, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village sm...
Peace, by Horace G. Groser
Buffeted by the world's unequal strife,
And h...
The Immortality of Verse, by Horace
Lest you should think that verse shall die,
W...
Christmas Time, by Isaac McLellan
The year is well-nigh ended, the leaf is sere ...
Florida Scenes and Sports, by Isaac McLellan
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
Forest and Stream, by Isaac McLellan
Wide and far the woods extend,
Leaf-laden bra...
Gayeties of Night in the City, by Isaac McLellan
It is eight o'clock of night, and the pallid f...
Grizzly-Bear Hunting, by Isaac McLellan
'Mid scenes magnificently grand
In forest-grou...
The Lion, by Isaac McLellan
In the Mahouna mountain, in the Haracta glen, ...
The Ocean Yacht Race, by Isaac McLellan
A noble sight is this, I ween,
Fair panorama...
Speckled Bass at Lake Pepin, Minn., by Isaac McLellan
It is a fair, pellucid lake,
With towering b...
Wolf, by Isaac McLellan
In winter, when the snows lie deep
In shapele...
Poetry, by James McIntyre
Poetry to us is given,
As stars beautify the ...
Arnold von Winkelried, by James Montgomery
"Make way for liberty!" he cried,
Make way fo...
Divided, by Jean Ingelow
I An empty sky, a world of heather,
Purple ...
Sand Martins, by Jean Ingelow
I passed an inland-cliff precipitate;
From ti...
Kiss I, by Johannes Secundus
When young Ascanius, by the Queen of Love,
W...
Kiss VI, by Johannes Secundus
Two Thousand Kisses of the sweetest kind,
'Tw...
Kiss VII, by Johannes Secundus
Kisses told by Hundreds o'er!
Thousands told b...
Kiss IX, by Johannes Secundus
Cease thy sweet, thy balmy Kisses;
Cease thy...
Kiss XVIII, by Johannes Secundus
When Cytherea first beheld
Those lips with rub...