Corsica, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Hail, generous Corsica! Unconquered isle!
The...
School Poems
A Boy and a Pup, by Arthur Guiterman
The Boy wears a grin,
A scratch on his chin, ...
Little Lost Pup, by Arthur Guiterman
He was lost!--not a shade of doubt of that;
F...
On Fools, by Bhartrhari
She whom I worship night and day, she loathes ...
The Teacher Taught, by Bion of Smyrna
By me in my fresh prime did Cypris stand,
Lea...
My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
The Snowbird, by Caroline Spencer
He sits in winter's sleet, and the snow is rou...
The Swift Messenger, by Caroline Spencer
O Ariel, tricksy and dainty,
You spirit of f...
Thoughts In an Art Gallery, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
I. On Silence I pad along the swept and polish...
On the Way to School, by Charles Ghigna
I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excus...
The Circus, by Edwin Leibfreed
The circus come to our town,
En' everything w...
A Summer Song, by George Peele
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopch...
The Good Part, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY. She dwells by Gr...
King Robert of Sicily, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And ...
Pegasus in Pound, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once into a quiet village,
Without haste and ...
Rain in Summer, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and ...
Resignation, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is no flock, however watched and tended,...
The Village Blacksmith, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village sm...
The Witnesses, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In Ocean's wide domains,
Half buried in the s...
The Goldfish and the Silverfish, by Isaac McLellan
By a little crystal brook
Winding thro' a wood...
The Little Sunfish of the Brook, by Isaac McLellan
I remember those gay dawnings when life was fre...
October, by Isaac McLellan
It is October, and the glory of the year
Is i...
The Whale, by Isaac McLellan
Sailing across the lonely seas,
Sailing acros...
The Sun Rising, by John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thu...
My Boyhood, by John Godfrey Saxe
Ah me! Those joyous days are gone!
I little dr...