The Snake, by Edwin Curran
Ring of fire upon the grass,
Silvered like a ...
Snake Poems
The Circus, by Edwin Leibfreed
The circus come to our town,
En' everything w...
The Summer Day, by Edwin Leibfreed
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
Charlie Sings the Blues, by Geraldine O'Kane
I don't care
if you have found a sitter,
for...
The Slave in the Dismal Swamp, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
The hunted Ne...
Kiss III, by Johannes Secundus
"One Kiss, enchanting Maid!" (I cry'd; )--
On...
The Blind Men and the Elephant, by John Godfrey Saxe
A HINDU FABLE. I It was six men of Indostan
...
October Snow, by Lew Sarett
Swiftly the blizzard stretched a frozen arm
Fr...
The Soul Is Mortal, by Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That...
Coming Home, by May Riley Smith
I have come to the dear old threshold,
With e...
Megara, by Moschus
'Why dost thou vex thy spirit, mother mine?
W...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, by Omar Khayyám
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
The Snake House, by Pascale Petit
From The Huntress It’ s time to go up to...
Joseph, by Robert McIntyre
Beyond the farthest bourne of Dan
O'er lands w...
Among the Lilies, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Dost mind the summer day when first we met
Upo...
The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell
I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...
Lines, by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
How lovely is the heaven of this night,
How d...
Workshop, by Billy Collins
I might as well begin by saying how much I like...