To a Child, Two Years Old, by Nellie Seelye Evans
Thy soul's a fountain, crystal clear,
With l...
Rose Poems
Glen Lake at Twilight, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
How still she lies!
A bride in all her wedding...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
The Offering to Lais, by Paulus Silentiarius
These withered rendings of brow-wreathing rose;...
Potent Charms, by Paulus Silentiarius
Who hangs a garland on the rose?
How idle then...
Fight, by Percy MacKaye
The Tale of a Gunner at the Battle of Plattsbur...
Atlantis, by Richard Chenevix Trench
I could loose my boat
And could bid it float
...
Love, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Seemeth not Love at times so occupied
For thee...
A Visit to Tusculum, by Richard Chenevix Trench
A solemn thing it is, and full of awe,
Wande...
The Aurora Borealis, by Richard Francis Towndrow
The nights of October 24th and 25th, 1870, we...
Art, by Richard Watson Gilder
Following the sun, westward the march of power...
The Banks o' Doon, by Robert Burns
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye ...
A Red, Red Rose, by Robert Burns
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's ...
Tam o' Shanter, by Robert Burns
WHEN chapman billies leave the street,
And dr...
April, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
Thine eyes are the stars of the morning,
Thy ...
Love's Return, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
Since when in days agone we met,
My life is d...
A Vision of Atlantis, by Robert Elliott Gonzales
I stood upon the topmost crag of rock-ribbed Ta...
The First Rose of Summer, by Robert Gilfillan
'Tis the first rose of summer that ope's to my ...
'Twas Not the Song, by Robert Gilfillan
'Twas not the song, 'twas not the dance,
Tha...
The Withered Rose, by Robert Gilfillan
On finding one in the author's copy of Dante. ...
Knee Deep, by Robert McIntyre
They are calling "knee deep! Knee deep!" tonigh...
Mary, by Robert McIntyre
Thro' the garden at morn, in cool emerald gloo...
The Inchcape Rock, by Robert Southey
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The...
Pompeii, by Robert Stephen Hawker
How fair the scene! The sunny smiles of day
Fl...
Among the Lilies, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Dost mind the summer day when first we met
Upo...