The Death of Yazdagird, by Ferdowsi
From the Shahnameh There was a paladin, a Tur...
Violet Poems
Wedded Love, by Gerald Massey
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...
Narcissus, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from th...
The Shadow, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Imposing a silence on the waves of the sea,
I...
Speckled Bass at Lake Pepin, Minn., by Isaac McLellan
It is a fair, pellucid lake,
With towering b...
The Ecstasy, by John Donne
Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant ban...
Lullaby For a Baby Fairy, by Joyce Kilmer
Night is over; through the clover globes of cry...
The Flower-Peddler, by Kenneth Rand
With the columbine
And the eglantine
For new ...
The Violets, by Mary Dow Brine
Today I saw the violet-girl, with sad and wist...
Voices, by Mary T. Lathrap
There are voices sweet in the echoing wood,
A...
December, by M.H. Cobb
Far down the somber-tinted North,
Where Argol...
Europa, by Moschus
Cypris, when all but shone the dawn's glad bea...
Pompeii, by Robert Stephen Hawker
How fair the scene! The sunny smiles of day
Fl...
Christmas Pictures, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Christmas-Eve! And all unruffled
Dumb white sp...
Hasheesh Visions, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Fiery fetters fiercely bound me,
Globes of go...
A Summer Idyl, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
Pictures of sunset, yester eve,
The still la...
Because I Love You, by Sarah Knowles Bolton
"I cannot bring you wealth, " she said;
"I ca...
The Turn of the Year, by Teresa Hooley
To-day is January still,
Yet, fugitive and h...
Birds of Spring, by Watie W. Swanzy
Trooping o'er the meadows,
Chatter, chatter,...
Home, by William H. Bushnell
Where the rustic porch was hidden by roses, re...