Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Pike Poems
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
Ode to Memory, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Thou who stealest fire,
From the fountain...
Pickthorn Manor, by Amy Lowell
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
The Pike, by Amy Lowell
In the brown water,
Thick and silver-sheened ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed, by Amy Lowell
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind whi...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
Speckled Bass at Lake Pepin, Minn., by Isaac McLellan
It is a fair, pellucid lake,
With towering b...
Province of Ontario, by James McIntyre
In the land of woods and lakes,
Pure happines...
Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle, by John Hay
Well, no! I can't tell whar he lives,
Becaus...
Caboose Thoughts, by Carl Sandburg
It's going to come out all right—do you know?
T...