The Code, by Robert Frost
THERE were three in the meadow by the brook
Ga...
Rat Poems
The Fire Sermon, by T. S. Eliot
THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of...
Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...
Ballad of Another Ophelia, by D. H. Lawrence
OH the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, ...
Instans Tyrannus, by Robert Browning
Of the million or two, more or less,
I rule ...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning
I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Ha...
Amorosa and Company, by Conrad Aiken
Well, there was still a sure hand, anyway,
...
The Ring and the Castle, by Amy Lowell
"BENJAMIN BAILEY, Benjamin Bailey, why do you...
A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
Could Have Written a Book About..., by Christine Ann Clatworthy
That impish look – dripping wet
from you...
The Singer, by Alice Williams Brotherton
A singer went singing adown the world,
Now in...
To the Moon, by Arthur Guiterman
Beloved of lovers, bards, astronomers,
Myth...
The Praise of Firmness, by Bhartrhari
The gods with priceless jewels were not bought,...
The Winter Court at Nidaros, by George Houghton
Long were the night-times on that slip of shore...
The Habits of the Rat, by John J. Ronan
The odor's beyond sweet,
but begins there, l...
On the Oubangui, by John J. Ronan
(for Ben) Guides poled and guests paddled,
...
Autumn, by Joshua Knight
This is definitely my favorite time of the year...
Another Toxic Relationship, by Kris Price
Here comes the beast that lays the golden egg, ...
How the Old Horse Won the Bet, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,
The bet...
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind, by Carl Sandburg
The past is a bucket of ashes.
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The woman na...