Lark Poems

Lark Poems

The Little Brown Bat, by Edith Matilda Thomas

Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...

The Naturalist, by Edith Matilda Thomas

He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...

This World is Full of Beauty, by Gerald Massey

There lives a voice within me, a guest-angel o...

Wedded Love, by Gerald Massey

The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...

The Patriot's Courage, by Henry Abbey

When our free land's great captain, Washington...

The Skeleton in Armor, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with ...

The Ocean, by Isaac McLellan

Morn on the Summer Sea--the breaking light
Is ...

The Whippoorwill, by Isaac McLellan

When the glory of sunset fades in the skies
As...

Voices Returning, by Jean Moréas

VOICES returning, cradle us, cradling voices:...

Sweet William's Farewell to Black-Eyed Susan, by John Gay

All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
The st...

Do They Think of Me at Home?, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

When sunset tints the western skies
With eveni...

Music, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

There is music in the woodlands
When the birds...

To the Birds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across th...

The First Rose of Summer, by Robert Gilfillan

'Tis the first rose of summer that ope's to my ...

Go Home, Go Home, by Robert Leighton

It is closing hour--I will work no more.
Now t...

The Dogwood Tree, by Robert McIntyre

Bride of the woodland wide, dainty and undefil...

Mirror Lake, by Robert McIntyre

When Day cometh over the dim mountain tops,
S...

Christmas Faith, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
To his little...

The Irish Heart, by S. Moore

Some people think the Irish mind
Is rough, an...

Suicide in the Trenches, by Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at lif...

Matin Song, by Thomas Heywood

Pack, clouds, away! And welcome, day!
With ...

The Yarn of the Nancy Bell, by W. S. Gilbert

'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From ...

A Mother's Grave, by William Wendell Riley

Beyond the hills and prairies wide,
Far, far...