To Cincinnati, by Edward A. M'Laughlin
City of gardens, verdant parks, sweet bowers;...
Rose Poems
Cleopatra, by Edward Robeson Taylor
AFTER ALBERT SAMAIN Upon the tower's battlemen...
Theseus and Ariadne, by Edward Robeson Taylor
Within the labyrinth's depths the Minotaur,
S...
Autumn, by Edwin Curran
The music of the autumn winds sings low,
Down...
Autumn, by Edwin Curran
In ashes lies the lovely rose,
The jonquils b...
The Bee, by Edwin Curran
The singing bee comes like a little ship,
And...
A Cemetery in France, by Edwin Curran
Dawn takes the everlasting skies
And shoulders...
Christ, by Edwin Curran
That night
The sky bent to the manger with sti...
The Depths of Love, by Edwin Curran
Dear, vainly do I strive
To know the depths o...
The Greek Dancer, by Edwin Curran
She shakes her hair, a flowing crest
Like rip...
The Painted Hills of Arizona, by Edwin Curran
The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
...
Shakespeare, by Edwin Curran
Jovial Shakespeare, like the man he was,
Lov...
The Lady and the Rose, by Edwin Leibfreed
The rose, my lady, that you wear,
It heard ...
The Quest for God, by Edwin Leibfreed
I would find God--the sovereign quest of life--...
How Oswald Dined with God, by Edwin Markham
Over Northumbria's lone, gray lands,
Over th...
How the Great Guest Came, by Edwin Markham
Before the cathedral in grandeur rose
At Ingel...
Arizona, by Elise Pumpelly Cabot
PART I: ARIZONA I MAN above himself looks dow...
Faded, by Eliza Allen Starr
They whisper that her cheek has lost
The richl...
The Ford, by Eliza Allen Starr
SPRING PARK, 1864. "One of the wonders, with...
In the Timber, by Eliza Allen Starr
The woods so strangely solemn and majestic,
T...
The Palmer's Rosary, by Eliza Allen Starr
No coral beads on costly chain of gold
The Pal...
Requiescat, by Eliza Allen Starr
"Poppies, " she said and sighed;
Sighed, too...
Ad Finem, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
On the white throat of the useless passion
Tha...
The Beautiful Land of Nod, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, ...
But One, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The year has but one June, dear friend,
The ...