The Sacred White Elephant from Siam, by Henry O'Meara
Written in response to an offer by P. T. Barnam...
Rose Poems
Texas, by Henry Van Dyke
I THE WILD BEES All along the Brazos river,
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The Beleaguered City, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
...
The Belfry of Bruges, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry...
The Bell of Atri, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At Atri in Abruzzo, a small town
Of ancient R...
The Bridge, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clo...
The Building of the Ship, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Staunch...
Burial of the Minnisink, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On sunny slope and beechen swell,
The shadowe...
King Robert of Sicily, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And ...
Paul Revere's Ride, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of ...
Sir Humphrey Gilbert, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Southward with fleet of ice
Sailed the corsair...
The Slave's Dream, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle...
The Spirit of Poetry, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That ...
Atlantis, by Herman Scheffauer
Westward the pillars slender
Of Hercules it la...
In Quest of Summer, by Horace G. Groser
So long the rain-clouds saddening lay
Across t...
Giraffe-Hunting in Central Africa, by Isaac McLellan
In far 'Mid-Africa, where woods
Illimitable w...
The Gorilla, by Isaac McLellan
High beats the hunter's heart when all the nigh...
My Dogs Sancho and Neptune, by Isaac McLellan
You know, my dear Sancho, the shooting is o'e...
Tiger Hunting in India with Elephants, by Isaac McLellan
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
Watching for Elephants at Night in South Africa, by Isaac McLellan
For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
The Whale, by Isaac McLellan
Sailing across the lonely seas,
Sailing acros...
Wild Pigeon, by Isaac McLellan
The autumn day is fleck'd with gold,
As slow ...
Winter Sports, by Isaac McLellan
Slow sinks the golden sun behind the woods,
T...
Adventures with Bears, by James McIntyre
I bought of land two miles square,
I knew not...
Bear Hunt, by James McIntyre
Two youths came over from York state,
Bill Br...