Sleepy Hollow, by Arthur Guiterman
'Twas in the drowsy Moon of Falling Leaves,
A...
Plant Poems
True Spring, by Arthur Guiterman
What, spring, because a day is fair,
Becaus...
Halloween, by Arthur Peterson
Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon w...
Alle Zattere, by Arthur Symons
Only to live, only to be
In Venice, is enoug...
At Glan-Y-Wern, by Arthur Symons
White-robed against the threefold white
Of shu...
At Seventeen, by Arthur Symons
You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.
T...
At the Stage-Door, by Arthur Symons
Kicking my heels in the street,
Here at the e...
Before Meeting, by Arthur Symons
I know not how our eyes first met,
I only kno...
Bianca, by Arthur Symons
Her cheeks are hot, her cheeks are white;
Th...
De Profundis Clamavi, by Arthur Symons
I did not know; child, child, I did not know,...
Kisses, by Arthur Symons
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?...
La Mélinite: Moulin Rouge, by Arthur Symons
Olivier Metra's Waltz of Roses
Sheds in a rhyt...
Laus Mortis, by Arthur Symons
I bring to thee, for love, white roses, deli...
Lilian, by Arthur Symons
I. PROEM. This was a sweet white wildwood viol...
Margery of the Fens, by Arthur Symons
I Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got...
Mauve, Black, and Rose, by Arthur Symons
Mauve, black, and rose,
The veils of the je...
Paris, by Arthur Symons
My Paris is a land where twilight days
Merge i...
The Primrose Dance: Tivoli, by Arthur Symons
TO MINNIE CUNNINGHAM Skirts like the amber pet...
Rosa Flammea, by Arthur Symons
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire,
...
Rosa Mundi, by Arthur Symons
An angel of pale desire
Whispered me in the ea...
Rubies, by Arthur Symons
There are nine rubies in this Indian ring,
An...
Stella Maligna, by Arthur Symons
My little slave!
Wouldst thou escape me? Only ...
To a Gitana Dancing, by Arthur Symons
Because you are fair as souls of the lost are f...
To Muriel: At the Opera, by Arthur Symons
Roses and rose-buds, red and white,
Nestled ...
California Pioneers of Early Days Crossing the Plains, by August Wilhelm Wern
Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...