Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Rose Poems
Silenus, by Virgil
First breathed my Muse the Syracusan strain,
...
Amsterdam, by Francis Jammes
THE pointed houses lean so you would swear
Tha...
The Dead Child, by Francis Jammes
A small house with a dog in front..
O my love!...
Love, by Francis Jammes
LASS, when they talk of love, laugh in their ...
Somnambulist, by Donald Evans
Like a long winding-sheet unrolled
Across the ...
Hell's Gate, by A. E. Housman
Onward led the road again
Through the sad unco...
Autumn, by A. Ferdinand Herold
DEAR, do you see the autumn fruits a-lying?
L...
The Bear Hunt, by Abraham Lincoln
A wild-bear chase, didst never see?
Then hast...
Cleopatra, by Albert Samain
I LEANING in silence on the tower-rampart,
T...
October, by Albert Samain
TOWARD sweet October pilgrim winter creeps,
B...
Winter, by Albert Samain
THE sky weeps white tears that freeze
On the r...
The Dinosaur at Old Faithful, by Albert Whipple Hadley
A Dinosaur reared to his uttermost height
and ...
A Match, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
If love were what the rose is,
And I were lik...
Dorothy Vernon's Flight, by Alice Williams Brotherton
There was dancing and revelry and feasting,
O...
The Dying Rose to the Nightingale, by Alice Williams Brotherton
What were the gifts of a thousand lovers
To th...
June Roses, by Alice Williams Brotherton
O roses, June roses! From yonder beds of bloom...
Under the Beeches, by Alice Williams Brotherton
In the gray beech shadows
Dewey violets hide, ...
The West, by Alphonse de Lamartine
The sea grew silent like a seething bowl
That ...
Atlantis, by Amanda Theodocia Jones
PRELUDE I If earth's lost youth thou ha...
The Battle of Gaines' Hill, by Amanda Theodocia Jones
June 27, 1862. INSCRIBED TO THE GALLANT...
Shipwrecked, by Amanda Theodocia Jones
I We two waited on the deck--
All around us r...
As Late I Sought the Spangled Bowers, by Anacreon
As late I sought the spangled bowers,
To cull...
Now the Star of Day is High, by Anacreon
Now the star of day is high,
Fly, my girls, ...
The Rose, by Anacreon
With the flowery crowned spring
Now the vernal...