The Mountain, by Robert Frost
THE mountain held the town as in a shadow
I sa...
Trout Poems
New Hampshire, by Robert Frost
I met a lady from the South who said
(You won'...
The Miller's Daughter, by Alfred Tennyson
I met in all the close green ways,
While walk...
Pickthorn Manor, by Amy Lowell
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
Homeward Bound, by Arthur Guiterman
There's a pine-built lodge in a rocky mountain ...
Forest and Stream, by Isaac McLellan
Wide and far the woods extend,
Leaf-laden bra...
The Little Sunfish of the Brook, by Isaac McLellan
I remember those gay dawnings when life was fre...
Long Island in Late October, by Isaac McLellan
October's flaming banners, of purple and of go...
Speckled Bass at Lake Pepin, Minn., by Isaac McLellan
It is a fair, pellucid lake,
With towering b...
The Whippoorwill, by Isaac McLellan
When the glory of sunset fades in the skies
As...
Bear Hunt, by James McIntyre
Two youths came over from York state,
Bill Br...
Province of Ontario, by James McIntyre
In the land of woods and lakes,
Pure happines...
California, by Joaquin Miller
I stand beside the mobile sea;
And sails are ...
The Happy Trout, by Keith Holyoak
The trout had much to celebrate
Not just the l...
Fisher of Stars, by Lew Sarett
My wild blood leaped as I watched the falling s...
The White Crane, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Spread out thy ivory wings, bird of the waters...
The Fisherman's Song, by Mary Dow Brine
You may sing of your merry maidens,
Sing prai...
When the Gold is on the Willow, by Robert McIntyre
When the gold is on the willow, and the purple...
Longing for Spring, by S. Moore
O how I long again to see
The vernal face of S...
Quebec Scenery, by S. Moore
The scenery around Quebec
Is beautifully fair,...
The Battle Summers, by Henry Howard Brownell
Again the glory of the days! Once more the d...
The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire ...