The Infinity of the Universe, by Lucretius
Now learn of what remains! More keenly hear!
A...
Swallow Poems
Summer in England, by Maurice Browne
Summer in England, winter in my heart:
So En...
Dementia, by Michael Tusa
It’ s a crime. They should have s...
A Ballad of the Fields, by Paul Fort
THE devil's ruby eyes peer all night long,
A-...
The Reeds Around the Pond, by Paul Fort
THE swallow flees. The twilight falls apace. Th...
Autumn, by Richard Francis Towndrow
I. THE YEAR'S WEALTH The elms are clad in triu...
Summer, by Richard Francis Towndrow
I. JUNE, 1889 Summer at last: the cloudless s...
Tam o' Shanter, by Robert Burns
WHEN chapman billies leave the street,
And dr...
Christmas Pictures, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Christmas-Eve! And all unruffled
Dumb white sp...
The Mississippi River, by Sarah Josepha Hale
Shadowed beneath those awful piles of stone,
...
The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell
I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
Grieve Not for Beauty, by Witter Bynner
Grieve not for the invisible, transported brow...