A Victim Of Modern Inventions (Hannah S Battersby Poems)
Since quite a boy Hal Gradient had beenNoted for ingenuity--betweenThe hours when not on active duty heImmersed in some new ...
Poems about all-important (11 Poems)
Returning of Issue (Henry Reed Poems)
Tomorrow will be your last day here. Someone is speaking:A familiar voice, speaking again at all of us.And beyond the ...
The First American Congress (Joel Barlow Poems)
Columbus looked; and still around them spread,From south to north, th' immeasurable shade;At last, the central shadows burst away,And rising ...
Of The Dangers Attending Altruism On The High Seas. (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
Observe these Pirates bold and gay, That sail a gory sea: Notice their bright expression:-- The handsome one is me. We plundered ships and ...
Description Of Egla (Maria Gowen Brooks Poems)
BLEST were those days! Can these dull ages boastAught to compare? though now no more beguile,Chain'd in their darkling depths, ...
Sacred Song Of Ancient Mexicans – III. (Daniel Garrison Brinton Poems)
_Tlalloc icuic._ 1. Ahuia Mexico teutlaneuiloc amapanitla anauhcampa, ye moquetzquetl,aoyequene y chocaya. 2. Ahuia anneuaya niyocoloc, annoteua eztlamiyaual, aylhuicolla nicyauicaya ...
My Job (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
I wonder where's a better job than buying cake and meat,And chocolate drops and sugar buns for little folks to ...
Burial Stones (Frank Prewett Poems)
The blue sky arches wideFrom hill to hill;The little grasses standUpright and still.Only these stones to tellThe deadly strife,The all-important ...
Delilah (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah ...
Skipping to School (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little hands holding mine skipping to school. All three of us Matching strides, and the all-important swinging of the arms ...
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...