No More for Lycus, by Alcaeus
No more for Lycus will I sigh,
Or seek his fo...
Raven Poems
sticky note, by Alexandra Grey
what’ s worse,
my fingers won’ t ...
And Now With All Thy Pencil's Truth, by Anacreon
And now with all thy pencil's truth,
Portray ...
The Sunflower State, by Andrew Downing
Doubtless you have heard the saying, Kansas la...
The Poem of Antara, by Antarah ibn Shaddad
Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...
To a Raven, by C. B. Langston
Dost thou bear me evil thou croaking bird?
Thy...
The Suicide, by Dugald Moore
The mist is on the mountain, and the moon
Wal...
The First Sweetheart, by Edgar Guest
I like sometimes to sit and think
About the go...
Secret Thoughts, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowe...
A Last Tryst, by Florence Peacock
A knight lies slain by the southern ford,
The...
The Face of Love, by Frank L. Ludwig
When Love came to my doorstep
to brighten up m...
The Quadroon Girl, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with...
Peace, by Horace G. Groser
Buffeted by the world's unequal strife,
And h...
The Eagle, by Isaac McLellan
Monarch of the realms supernal,
Ranger of the...
How the Raven Became Black, by John Godfrey Saxe
There's a clever classic story,
Such as poets...
She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night, by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloud...
Be Sure Sin Will Find You Out, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Do you think, oh shrewd deceiver,
Because yo...
The Demon of Despair and the Angel of Hope, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Evil Enchantress spread thy raven wings,
Thy ...
Flor Del Espiritu Santo, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Loitering, midst the tropic glory of a large c...
Slavery, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Where the palm groves and bananas in the sunny ...
The Raven, by Nicarchus
The gloom of death is on the raven's wing,
Th...
John Anderson My Jo, by Robert Burns
John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were firs...
The Fog, by Robert Leighton
And is this day, or is it night,
That is nei...
The River of Lost Souls, by Robert McIntyre
O Cañ on of Las Animas!
Within thy porp...
Hasheesh Visions, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Fiery fetters fiercely bound me,
Globes of go...