In Harness, by Lola Ridge
I The foreman's head
slowly circling..
White...
Wasp Poems
Discontent, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruf...
Homes, by Arthur Guiterman
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
The Room Beneath the Rafters, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sometimes when I have dropped to sleep,
Drape...
Dementia, by Michael Tusa
It’ s a crime. They should have s...
Spring Offensive, by Wilfred Owen
Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...