To Earthward, by Robert Frost
LOVE at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could...
Honeysuckle Poems
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
Madame de Warens, by Francis Jammes
MADAME DE WARENS, you would watch the storm
F...
Atlantis, by Horace G. Groser
Far out beyond the furrowed seas they lie,
Th...
In Quest of Summer, by Horace G. Groser
So long the rain-clouds saddening lay
Across t...
A Recipe for Summer, by Mary Dow Brine
What is summer made of?
Of opening buds and fl...
Home, by William H. Bushnell
Where the rustic porch was hidden by roses, re...
A California Home, by William Wendell Riley
Cool, irrigating streams refresh these lands, ...