How Oswald Dined with God, by Edwin Markham
Over Northumbria's lone, gray lands,
Over th...
Starling Poems
Columbine, by John Burroughs
I strolled along the beaten way,
Where hoary ...
A March Glee, by John Burroughs
I hear the wild geese honking
From out the mis...
The Nightingale, by Sara Coleridge
In April comes the Nightingale,
That sings wh...