Waldeinsamkeit, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I do not count the hours I spend
In wandering ...
Pigeon Poems
Audley Court, by Alfred Tennyson
"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a ...
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
Elegy, by D. H. Lawrence
SINCE I lost you, my darling, the sky has com...
The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
A Tale of Starvation, by Amy Lowell
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Vive la France!, by Charlotte Holmes Crawford
Franceline rose in the dawning gray,
And her ...
Early Called, by Eliza Allen Starr
Do you remember how he lay
All through that gl...
African Scenery, Birds, and Fruits, by Isaac McLellan
Enchanting scenes o'er Afric's mystic land
Sin...
Elephant Hunting, by Isaac McLellan
Long journeying over Afric's waste,
Fair, fl...
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 Elephants at Night in South Africa, by Isaac McLellan
For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
Wild Pigeon, by Isaac McLellan
The autumn day is fleck'd with gold,
As slow ...
Taking the Train of Singularity South from Midtown, by John J. Ronan
42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Sq...
Tenebrous, by Julia Gibson
Wading through the misty lamp-lit streets
I st...
Singalese Love Songs, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
I Your eyes are beautiful beggars,
Careless ...
6 am on the beach in Venice, by William F. DeVault
the clouds forming a ceiling that caps a feelin...