A Thought, by Julia Gibson
In America the
Dead are laid
Out in ordered...
Seal Poems
The Prisoner of Chillon, by Lord Byron
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor gre...
Ambition's Climax, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
There is no climax in Ambition's scope,
Behol...
Fame, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Millions have gazed upon thy towering height,
...
An Indian Legend, by Mary T. Lathrap
Far, far away, where the sun goes down,
And...
The Wanderer's Grave, by Mary T. Lathrap
May 25, 1857 'T was the holy hour of twilight...
Urology, by Peter Finch
from Zen Cymru hardly anything hurts here
fro...
Sais, by Richard Chenevix Trench
An awful statue, by a veil half-hid,
At Sais...
The Aurora Borealis, by Richard Francis Towndrow
The nights of October 24th and 25th, 1870, we...
To Sleep, by Robert Leighton
O Sleep! Would that thou'dst seek my lonesome b...
Sunset Symbols, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
I watched the sun with lurid splendor set,
Wh...
Patience, by S. Moore
When trials come, for come they will,
Be pat...
New England, by Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch
Oh who upon his lips could lay
The seal of cau...
Evening, by Watie W. Swanzy
After the turmoil and heat of the day,
Comes ...
God of Mercy, by Watie W. Swanzy
God of mercy hear me now!
Place thy seal upon ...
Death of the Patriots, John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, by William B. Tappan
July 4, 1826. The trump of war rings loudly, ...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...