A Hundred Collars, by Robert Frost
LANCASTER bore him--such a little town,
Such ...
Teacher Poems
Maple, by Robert Frost
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel
Made ...
An Old Man's Thought of School, by Walt Whitman
[For the Inauguration of a Public School, Camd...
The Sleepers, by Walt Whitman
1 I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping...
A Song for Occupations, by Walt Whitman
1 A song for occupations!
In the labor of en...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Song of the Open Road, by Walt Whitman
1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open ...
A Song of the Rolling Earth, by Walt Whitman
1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words ...
The Tables Turned, by William Wordsworth
Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or s...
Pierrot Objects, by Maxwell Bodenheim
They have made me an airy apology
for the crud...
The Tables Turned, by William Wordsworth
Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or s...
Holy Poverty, by Alice Williams Brotherton
O Poverty, the mother of all arts,
No dreame...
The Teacher Taught, by Bion of Smyrna
By me in my fresh prime did Cypris stand,
Lea...
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...
Circus Clown, by Joshua Knight
Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
Indian Mascot, by Joshua Knight
Filling in for an absent teacher
at a middle s...
Flor Del Espiritu Santo, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Loitering, midst the tropic glory of a large c...
The Irish Heart, by S. Moore
Some people think the Irish mind
Is rough, an...
Mary's Lamb, by Sarah Josepha Hale
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white ...
Spring, by Sarah Josepha Hale
The pleasant Spring has come again,
The prett...
God's Counsel, by Sophocles
I know that God is ever such as this,
Darkly ...
Whirlwind, by Til Turner
June sweat meandered down my brow
as I daydrea...