The Vanishing Red, by Robert Frost
HE is said to have been the last Red Man
In Ac...
Salmon Poems
The Ballad of the True Sportsman, by Arthur Guiterman
Since Walton first in sport began
To lure the ...
The Cripple, by Clinton Scollard
I have dreams of the outer islands,
Firths an...
The Dolphin, by Isaac McLellan
Swiftest and most rapacious of the tribes
That...
The Little Sunfish of the Brook, by Isaac McLellan
I remember those gay dawnings when life was fre...
Province of Ontario, by James McIntyre
In the land of woods and lakes,
Pure happines...
When the Gold is on the Willow, by Robert McIntyre
When the gold is on the willow, and the purple...
Sailing to Byzantium, by William Butler Yeats
That is no country for old men. The youngIn one...