To Sappho, by Alcaeus
O violet-tressed Sappho chaste,
O maid with h...
Violet Poems
The Dandelion, by Alice Williams Brotherton
The dandelion disks of gold
Like mimic suns th...
On a Basin Wherein Venus was Engraved, by Anacreon
What bold hand the sea engraves,
Whilst its u...
Falling Leaves, by Andrew Downing
Now the leaves are falling, bronze and brown a...
Three Letters, by Anna Katherine Green
I FROM HIM TO HER Sweet, when I gave m...
The Invitation, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
Angels' Visits, by Anne S. Bushby
A NIGHT SCENE. The midnight hour had struck, ...
If Fairies But Lived, by Anne S. Bushby
If fairies but lived in this world of ours,
A...
De Profundis Clamavi, by Arthur Symons
I did not know; child, child, I did not know,...
Lilian, by Arthur Symons
I. PROEM. This was a sweet white wildwood viol...
Theseus, by Bacchylides
Blue shadows wreathed the galley's prow that bo...
Unseen, by Bee W. Hasler
In the blind darkness of unlit rooms
I was gro...
My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston
My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...
Wild Flowers, by C. B. Langston
My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Presse...
April Snow, by Caroline Spencer
The green was creeping o'er the brown,
The sk...
Arizona, by Christine Siebeneck Swayne
Stretched out from both my hands
Lie the parch...
Penetralia, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
We are drifting in a dreamland, I and thou,
...
The Call, by Clinton Scollard
O'er violet-dotted height and king-cup hollow
...
The Glory of the Spring, by Clinton Scollard
I heard the lyric passion in the night,
And f...
On Caragh Lake, by Clinton Scollard
I On Caragh lake the evening light
Is violet ...
Night, by Dollie Radford
And art thou come again, Oh Night;
I know th...
The Bitter-Sweet of Spring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
I Now is the tender moment of the year
When b...
Cleopatra, by Edward Robeson Taylor
AFTER ALBERT SAMAIN Upon the tower's battlemen...
The Painted Hills of Arizona, by Edwin Curran
The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
...
Shakespeare, by Edwin Curran
Jovial Shakespeare, like the man he was,
Lov...