Woodnotes I, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
1 When the pine tosses its cones
To the song ...
Partridge Poems
My Partridge, by Agathias
My partridge, wand'rer from the hills forlorn,...
When the Deer Come Down to Drink, by Arthur Guiterman
When the deer come down to drink,
Their antle...
Alone, by Charlotte Van de Water
Under the misty sky, low-hanging, gray,
The...
The Reaper, by George Houghton
The wheat-stalks are heavy and white,
They sl...
The End of the Year, by Isaac McLellan
As a life-weary pilgrim sinks to his last repos...
The Glory of Autumn, by Isaac McLellan
The generous autumn days are come,
The merrie...
The Little Chickadee Warbler of the Winter Woods, by Isaac McLellan
The brown chickadee still chirps on the tree,
...
My Dogs Sancho and Neptune, by Isaac McLellan
You know, my dear Sancho, the shooting is o'e...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
Tiger Hunting in India with Elephants, by Isaac McLellan
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
Watching for Deer, by Isaac McLellan
Out in the woodlands all alone,
Out in the fo...
The Partridge, by John Burroughs
List the booming from afar,
Soft as hum of ro...
Pictures of the Past, by Robert McIntyre
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell
I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...
The Battle Summers, by Henry Howard Brownell
Again the glory of the days! Once more the d...