Three Letters, by Anna Katherine Green
I FROM HIM TO HER Sweet, when I gave m...
Plant Poems
Through the Trees, by Anna Katherine Green
If I had known whose face I'd see
Above the he...
What Do the Roses Say in Their Dreams?, by Anna Katherine Green
What do the roses say in their dreams?
Let us ...
Corsica, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Hail, generous Corsica! Unconquered isle!
The...
The Invitation, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
Jehovah Reigns, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Jehovah reigns: let every nation hear,
And at...
Dream Catcher, by Anne Deborah Morgan
Blissfully I float
On candy floss clouds ...
Metamorphosis, by Anne Deborah Morgan
Hope stirs like a diminutive butterfly
In the ...
Sweet Serenity, by Anne Deborah Morgan
Halcyon days
In lush green meadows. Ca...
Angels' Visits, by Anne S. Bushby
A NIGHT SCENE. The midnight hour had struck, ...
Easter Morning, by Anne S. Bushby
A DREAM. 'Twas night, or early morn; the busy...
If Fairies But Lived, by Anne S. Bushby
If fairies but lived in this world of ours,
A...
A Letter from Home, by Anne S. Bushby
In the bright sunny days of halcyon youth,
Wh...
The Ambiguous Dog, by Arthur Guiterman
The Dog beneath the Cherry-tree
Has ways that ...
The Bee, by Arthur Guiterman
Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other ca...
A Boy and a Pup, by Arthur Guiterman
The Boy wears a grin,
A scratch on his chin, ...
Burmese Love Song, by Arthur Guiterman
The Moonbeam wooed in velvet night
A Lotus blo...
The Dream of Chuang Tzu, by Arthur Guiterman
In life there's naught
That's true, but Thoug...
The First Thanksgiving Day, by Arthur Guiterman
BOSTON, 1631 The curse of Cain was on the ear...
Hercules & Co., by Arthur Guiterman
When Hercules, beside the Lake
Of Lerna, cut...
How the Birds Came, by Arthur Guiterman
AN INDIAN LEGEND All summer long the forest tr...
King Arthur and the Half-Man, by Arthur Guiterman
The summer day was long and hot;
King Arthur ...
A Legend of Maiden Lane, by Arthur Guiterman
'Twas dusk in the dale, but the clover-clad hi...
New Year, 1918, by Arthur Guiterman
As Father Time came speeding where I stood,
I...
Signs of Rain, by Arthur Guiterman
The circling swallows twittered all the morn;
...