Two Deaths in the Bronx, by Donald Evans
The sodden stretches of the months of pregnancy...
Plant Poems
Hell's Gate, by A. E. Housman
Onward led the road again
Through the sad unco...
Autumn, by A. Ferdinand Herold
DEAR, do you see the autumn fruits a-lying?
L...
The Bear Hunt, by Abraham Lincoln
A wild-bear chase, didst never see?
Then hast...
I Have a Rendezvous with Death, by Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some dispute...
The Birth of Light, by Albert Laighton
My form was hid in darkness; when the earth
Wa...
In the Woods, by Albert Laighton
I walked alone in depths of Autumn woods;
The...
The Tress of Hair, by Albert Laighton
A single tress of golden hair;
A sacred relic...
Cleopatra, by Albert Samain
I LEANING in silence on the tower-rampart,
T...
Ermione, by Albert Samain
THE tender sky was strown with roses pale..
Yo...
The Infanta, by Albert Samain
MY soul is an Infanta robed in state,
Whose e...
October, by Albert Samain
TOWARD sweet October pilgrim winter creeps,
B...
Winter, by Albert Samain
THE sky weeps white tears that freeze
On the r...
The Dinosaur at Old Faithful, by Albert Whipple Hadley
A Dinosaur reared to his uttermost height
and ...
Eros, by Alcaeus
He sprang, of gods the mightiest god,
From Z...
No More for Lycus, by Alcaeus
No more for Lycus will I sigh,
Or seek his fo...
To Sappho, by Alcaeus
O violet-tressed Sappho chaste,
O maid with h...
Ave Maria, by Alfred Austin
I In the ages of Faith, before the day
When ...
Love and Sleep, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I sa...
A Match, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
If love were what the rose is,
And I were lik...
Campion, by Alice Williams Brotherton
I placed a scarlet campion flower
In the wreat...
The Dandelion, by Alice Williams Brotherton
The dandelion disks of gold
Like mimic suns th...
Dorothy Vernon's Flight, by Alice Williams Brotherton
There was dancing and revelry and feasting,
O...
The Dying Rose to the Nightingale, by Alice Williams Brotherton
What were the gifts of a thousand lovers
To th...
June Roses, by Alice Williams Brotherton
O roses, June roses! From yonder beds of bloom...