Winter Sports, by Isaac McLellan
Slow sinks the golden sun behind the woods,
T...
Quail Poems
In October, by John Burroughs
Now comes the sunset of the verdant year,
Che...
The Wild Deer, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Fly for thy life, fleet, frightened crature, ...
The Blustering Night, by Robert Leighton
The wind burst, like an enemy at night,
Into...
Knee Deep, by Robert McIntyre
They are calling "knee deep! Knee deep!" tonigh...
The Old Zion Church, by Robert McIntyre
The old Zion Church, on the old country road, ...
Pictures of the Past, by Robert McIntyre
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
The Whale, by S. Moore
Today I saw the captured whale,
And viewed it...
The Battle Summers, by Henry Howard Brownell
Again the glory of the days! Once more the d...
The Tay Bridge Disaster, by William McGonagall
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!Ala...
The Golden Years, by Billy Collins
All I do these drawn-out days
is sit in my kit...