Donald Ross (Poem by James McIntyre)
Donald Ross By James McIntyre By the side of a moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills, In a snug little cot C…
8 Lines Poem
To Frances S. Osgood (Poem by Edgar Allan Poe)
To Frances S. Osgood By Edgar Allan Poe Thou wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart From its present pathway part not; Being everything which now th…
Flower-gathering (Poem by Robert Lee Frost)
Flower-gathering By Robert Lee Frost I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you kno…
A Book (Poem by Emily Dickinson)
A Book By Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This trave…
Those Dancing Days are Gone (Poem by William Butler Yeats)
Those Dancing Days are Gone By William Butler Yeats Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crou…
Our Lady of the Snows (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)
Our Lady of the Snows (Canadian Preferential Tariff, 1897) By Rudyard Kipling A Nation spoke to a Nation. A Queen sent word to a Throne: "…
The Joyful Widower (Poem by Robert Burns)
The Joyful Widower (1) By Robert Burns I married with a scolding wife The fourteenth of November; She made me weary of my life, By one unrul…
Man was Made to Mourn (Poem by Robert Burns)
Man was Made to Mourn By Robert Burns A Dirge When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev’ning as I wan…
The Farewell to the Brethren (Poem by Robert Burns)
The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton By Robert Burns (1) Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! Dear brothers of the mystic ti…
Mid-August (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott)
Mid-August By Duncan Campbell Scott From the upland hidden, Where the hill is sunny Tawny like pure honey In the August heat, Memories f…