The Lady Blanchiflore, by Clinton Scollard
The lovely Lady Blanchiflore
Had scores of lov...
Rose Poems
Midsummer Song, by Clinton Scollard
Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in ...
The Warden, by Clinton Scollard
June's blossom-garden
Hath the red rose for wa...
The Way of the Cross, by Clinton Scollard
Where the wild sea-mew flocks and flees,
And ...
To a Beautiful Woman, by Dinah Craik
Surely, dame Nature made you in some dream
Of...
The Suicide, by Dugald Moore
The mist is on the mountain, and the moon
Wal...
Autumn and the Afterglow, by Edith Matilda Thomas
I When the far woods a misty veil assume
(The...
The Enchanted Ring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
A Tale of Halloween I You ask me for a tale o...
The Naturalist, by Edith Matilda Thomas
He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
Nature and Man, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Oh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of t...
A Dream, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
The world had long been sleeping;
The earth w...
The Lost Atlantis, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Fair Atlantis, peerless country,
Lulled with...
Nameless, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
She came, a spirit fresh from God.
This tiny ...
Pan in Wall Street, by Edmund Clarence Stedman
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Looks o...
Go, Lovely Rose, by Edmund Waller
Go, lovely Rose--
Tell her that wastes her ti...
The Bluebird, by Edna Dean Proctor
I am so blithe and glad today!
At morn I heard...
The Mississippi, by Edna Dean Proctor
Down the silent Mississippi, with his saintly ...
A Summer Day, by Edna Dean Proctor
O for a summer day when time was young
And o'e...
The Tryst by the Grand Canyon, by Edna Dean Proctor
A realm of dreams is that sublimest chasm
Clef...
The Altars of Love's Sacred Grove, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
...
Elegy Before Death, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
There will be rose and rhododendron
When you a...
The Poet and His Book, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Down, you mongrel, Death!
Back into your ken...
The Suicide, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no m...
Three Songs of Shattering, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, blo...
To the Not Impossible Him, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Ca...