The Dying Year, by Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch
The sunny Summer days have fled,
And passed i...
Rose Poems
Thoughts on the Saviour, by Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch
O suffering friend of human kind!
How, as the...
The Window, by Stéphane Mallarmé
TIRED of the fetid smell that climbs and sticks...
Columbines, by Teresa Hooley
Airily poised in the garden bed,
Delicate saf...
In a Wild Garden, by Teresa Hooley
Men cut down the trees here,
Years ago.
Now ...
Horatius, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...
Cherry-Ripe, by Thomas Campion
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and ...
Ask Me No More Where Jove Bestows, by Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June ...
Arnold at Stillwater, by Thomas Dunn English
Benedict Arnold at the Battle of Stillwater, 1...
Evening, by Watie W. Swanzy
After the turmoil and heat of the day,
Comes ...
Pompeii, by Watie W. Swanzy
I The sunset's changing glory bright
Shone fu...
Venice, by Watie W. Swanzy
Bride of the sea! In beauty wrought
With marbl...
Parable of the Old Men and the Young, by Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, ...
The Show, by Wilfred Owen
My soul looked down from a vague height with De...
The New Atlantis, by William Alexander
I A city of young life astir for fame,
With ...
Farewell to New England, by William B. Tappan
Farewell to the scenes that my childhood has kn...
The Incarnation, by William B. Tappan
Jerusalem awakes,
Her giant shadows flee;
N...
Love, by William B. Tappan
Yes, life is but a waste,
A cheerless pathwa...
Music of Light, by William B. Tappan
Ere Eden blossomed wild,
Or earth received a ...
Ruins of James Town, Virginia, by William B. Tappan
WRITTEN WHILE PASSING DOWN JAMES RIVER. The to...
The Thorn of Life, by William B. Tappan
We see in life's wide wilderness,
Some plants...
Heart Pictures, by William H. Bushnell
Her hair is the gold-brown of chestnuts,
Her ...
Life's Changes, by William H. Bushnell
On a green, mossy bank, near a swift speeding...
Marguerite, by William H. Bushnell
Hair as silk of corn sun-kissed,
Rippling in ...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...