Ode Inscribed to W. H. Channing, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole pa...
Wren Poems
Threnody, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The South-wind brings
Life, sunshine and desi...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
On Another's Sorrow, by William Blake
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow...
Homeward, by Caroline Spencer
It is the time when birds are calling,
Each t...
Sylvia in the Springtime, by Clinton Scollard
Voice of the youth of the year,
Wren song and...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
The Notes of the Birds, by Isaac McLellan
Well do I love those various harmonies
That ri...
The Dogwood Tree, by Robert McIntyre
Bride of the woodland wide, dainty and undefil...