Pompeii, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
POMPEII, 1900. The giant slept, and pigmies ...
Plant Poems
Psyche, by Gérard D'Houville
NOISELESSLY through the silent mansion treading...
The Aurora Borealis, by Hannah Flagg Gould
The north! The north! From out the north
What ...
Mary at the Cross, by Harriet Beecher Stowe
"Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his moth...
Nearing the Twilight, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Through mellow beams of the sun's declining ray...
The Shadow, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Imposing a silence on the waves of the sea,
I...
To a Field Daisy, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Thou bright "e'e of daie" that is opening to th...
To the Night, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
The west is barred with hurrying clouds,
With...
Unfolded Hopes, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Many a bud enfolds a hue that never sees the su...
The Stream of Time, by Harvey Rice
It rolls in grandeur lone--
The stream of Time...
Chrysilla, by Henri de Régnier
O GODDESS, when the sands at last are run,
L...
Autumn Ballad, by Henry Abbey
How mild and fair the day, dear love! And in t...
By Hudson's Tide, by Henry Abbey
What pleasant dreams, what memories, rise,
...
Eleusinia, by Henry Abbey
The sun-bronzed Arabs, living at the base
Of ...
Flos Morti, by Henry Abbey
Maiden, whom I so briefly knew
That unto me t...
The King and the Naiad, by Henry Abbey
When the wrongs of peace grow mighty,
They be...
On a Great Warrior, by Henry Abbey
In memory of Ulysses S. Grant When all the sky...
Ontiora, by Henry Abbey
Moons on moons ago,
In the sleep, or night, ...
Trailing Arbutus, by Henry Abbey
In spring when branches of woodbine
Hung leafl...
The Last Day of Pompeii, by Henry O'Meara
August 24, A.D. 79. Widespread the centuries,...
A Precocious Hyacinth, by Henry O'Meara
The classic conceit as to the origin of the Hya...
The Sacred White Elephant from Siam, by Henry O'Meara
Written in response to an offer by P. T. Barnam...
The Spring Bulbs' Advent, by Henry O'Meara
Now from their crysalis trance our bulb-loves p...
Texas, by Henry Van Dyke
I THE WILD BEES All along the Brazos river,
...
Autumn, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The...