Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Quail Poems
Audley Court, by Alfred Tennyson
"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a ...
On Berenice's Hair, by Catullus
Conon, who hath observed the mighty skies,
W...
The Dinner Party, by Amy Lowell
Fish "So..." they said,
With their wine-glas...
Sancta Maria, Succure Miseris, by Amy Lowell
Dear Virgin Mary, far away,
Look down from H...
The Look, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
THE Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word--
No...
October, by Andrew Downing
Full wealth of pleasing sights
October brings ...
Winter Birds, by Andrew Downing
Fair is the sky, for the cloud-rack is lifted-...
Chorus of Birds, by Aristophanes
Come on then, ye, dwellers by Nature in darkn...
To the Moon, by C. B. Langston
Thy peerless glory, gentle orb! I sing,
Enam...
July, by Caroline Spencer
Now comes the sudden summer,
The beautiful fi...
Four Acres, by David Ray
The new owners call them
virgin--their four ac...
The Curse of Conemaugh, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
Where's nature's breast with anguish riven,
U...
Autumn, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
The hazel tips that yellow in the light
Along ...
Courage, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is a courage, a majestic thing
That spr...
The End of the Year, by Isaac McLellan
As a life-weary pilgrim sinks to his last repos...
Florida Scenes and Sports, by Isaac McLellan
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
The Glory of Autumn, by Isaac McLellan
The generous autumn days are come,
The merrie...
Lion of South Africa, by Isaac McLellan
Slow pass'd the sultry days in Afric wilds,
S...
The Little Chickadee Warbler of the Winter Woods, by Isaac McLellan
The brown chickadee still chirps on the tree,
...
Long Island in Late October, by Isaac McLellan
October's flaming banners, of purple and of go...
My Dogs Sancho and Neptune, by Isaac McLellan
You know, my dear Sancho, the shooting is o'e...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
Tiger Hunting in India with Elephants, by Isaac McLellan
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
The Whippoorwill, by Isaac McLellan
When the glory of sunset fades in the skies
As...