The Girl I Love, by Frederick Langbridge
A song for the girl I love--
God love her!
A ...
Plant Poems
Atlantis: Part I, by Frederick Tennyson
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
Atlantis: Part II, by Frederick Tennyson
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
The Black Boars, by George Houghton
I The Black Boars crouch, a huddling pile,
...
Daisy, by George Houghton
I gave my little girl back to the daisies,
Fr...
The Handsel Ring, by George Houghton
"Here, O lily-white lady mine,
Here by thy w...
The Harper, by George Houghton
No wonder, harp, thou likest well to lie
Thu...
The Mummy and the Rose, by George Houghton
On a picture by F. S. Church, representing a m...
Keenan's Charge, by George Parsons Lathrop
The Battle of Chancellorsville, 1863 The sun ...
Beyond the Breakers, by George Sterling
The world was full of the sound of a great wind...
The Last Monster, by George Sterling
In backward vision, from the primal dusk
I sa...
War, by George Sterling
The night was on the world, and in my sleep
I...
A Winter Dawn, by George Sterling
Untouched by crimson or by gold,
Its pure and...
I Loved a Lass, a Fair One, by George Wither
I loved a lass, a fair one,
As fair as e'er ...
Long Expected, by Gerald Massey
O many and many a day before we met,
I knew s...
O! Who That Lookt Could Chance But Love?, by Gerald Massey
All glorious as a Rainbow's birth,
She came i...
To My Wife, by Gerald Massey
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
Wedded Love, by Gerald Massey
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...
The Pilgrim From the East, by Gustave Kahn
IT is a pilgrim coming from the East.
There ha...
The Easter Lily, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
A little child, as winter turned to spring,
...
The Fog, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
MARBLEHEAD, 1901. The fog slunk down from Lab...
Gloria Mundi, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
PARIS, 1900. Magician hands through long, la...
June, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
Lightsome, laughter-loving June,
Days that s...
Narcissus, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from th...
The Passing of Pan, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
Laughter, velvet-lipped, runs ringing
All al...