Ad Finem, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
On the white throat of the useless passion
Tha...
Plant Poems
The Beautiful Land of Nod, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, ...
But One, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The year has but one June, dear friend,
The ...
Conversion, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I have lived this life as a skeptic lives it,
...
Entre-Acte Reveries, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Between the acts while the orchestra played
Th...
Individuality, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
O yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
J...
Keep Out of the Past, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Keep out of the Past! For its highways
Are dam...
The Lost Garden, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There was a fair garden sloping
From the south...
Old and New, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
...
An Old Comrade, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All suddenly between me and the light,
That b...
Perfectness, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All perfect things are saddening in effect.
Th...
Red Carnations, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One time in Arcadie's fair bowers
There met a ...
O For the Wings of a Dove, by Euripides
Chorus from Hippolytus Could I take me to some...
Bernardo Del Carpio, by Felicia Hemans
The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed ...
The Death of Yazdagird, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh There was a paladin, a Tur...
How Bárbad lamented Khusrau Parwiz, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh Now list the lamentation of...
How Shirwi ascended the Throne, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh Now when Shirwi sat on the ...
The Ruined Terrace, by Fernand Gregh
THE ruined steps, half-buried in the ground,
...
The Charm of the Rue, by Florence Peacock
Why do you come to disturb me?
I laid you away...
Helen of Troy, by Florence Peacock
Long years ago he bore to a land beyond the sea...
On the Way to Avalon, by Florence Peacock
Yet it may be I shall sleep sound,
And nothin...
Purple Clematis, by Florence Peacock
"The clematis shows that the summer is nearly o...
Cradle Song, by Francis Howard Williams
Sleep, my pretty one,
Sleep, my little one,...
A Sonnet of Silence, by Francis Howard Williams
Tiptoe, with finger at her lip, and rare
Red...
Kissing, by Fred Emerson Brooks
Nay, pretty maiden, be not shy;
Perchance I...