To Helen (II), by Edgar Allan Poe
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean ...
Hyacinth Poems
The Burial of the Dead, by T. S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
Guinevere, by Alfred Tennyson
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
T...
Ode II, by Hafez
From the Divan The bird of gardens sang unto t...
Firelight and Nightfall, by D. H. Lawrence
THE darkness steals the forms of all the queens...
Invocation, by Anna de Noailles
PRIAPUS, on thine altar here I lay,
That tho...
A Face, by Robert Browning
If one could have that little head of hers
Pa...
An Epithalamium, by Sappho
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100,...
One Girl, by Sappho
I Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the ...
A Young Man Talking about a Woman, by Mark Turbyfill
I She is touched with a beauty the sere of ree...
Alexis, by Virgil
Alexis, beauteous, and his lord's delight,
...
Gallus, by Virgil
This closing effort, Arethusa, aid;
A few b...
Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
No Winter in Los Angeles, by August Wilhelm Wern
There is no winter here!
With joy we hail Octo...
To the Aurora Borealis, by Christopher Pearse Cranch
Arctic found of holiest light,
Springing thro...
Sylvia in the Springtime, by Clinton Scollard
Voice of the youth of the year,
Wren song and...
A Precocious Hyacinth, by Henry O'Meara
The classic conceit as to the origin of the Hya...
Pygmalion, by John Hooley
In Cyprus, in an old world time
Dreamy, myst...
Europa, by Moschus
Cypris, when all but shone the dawn's glad bea...
Lament for Bion, by Moschus
Ye mountain valleys, pitifully groan!
Rivers ...
My Lady Hyacinth, by Nellie Seelye Evans
Jars of purple, pearl, and blue,
Quick she ...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
Crossing, by William Wilsey Martin
I lay afloat, in an idle boat
(A fisher-lad h...