8 Stanzas Poem

Love and a Question (Poem by Robert Lee Frost)

Love and a Question By  Robert Lee Frost A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his han…

A Carol (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

A Carol By  Rudyard Kipling Our Lord Who did the Ox command     To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land     To ripen it for Sp…

The Children's Song (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

The Children's Song By  Rudyard Kipling Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our…

To Earthward (Poem by Robert Lee Frost)

To Earthward By  Robert Lee Frost Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me …

Our Fathers Also (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

Our Fathers Also By  Rudyard Kipling Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Are changing 'neath our hand; Our fathers also see these things …

Bear and Whale (Poem by James McIntyre)

Bear and Whale By  James McIntyre A fable of the British and Russian dispute of 1885. Russians suffer sad distress For lack of freedom of the press, …

A St. Helena Lullaby (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

A St. Helena Lullaby By  Rudyard Kipling 'How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?' What makes you want to wander there with all th…

Bacon, Hogg, Lamb and Shakespeare (Poem by James McIntyre)

Bacon, Hogg, Lamb and Shakespeare By  James McIntyre Bacon, philosopher profound, With mighty thoughts his works abound, Reflections did his mind eng…

My Nannie, O (Poem by Robert Burns)

My Nannie, O By  Robert Burns (I) Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,     ‘Mang moors an’ mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has closed,     And…

Four Acre Farm (Poem by James McIntyre)

Four Acre Farm By  James McIntyre This is a tale, but it is truth, Of maiden lady named Ruth, She owned a small four acre farm, Which possessed some …

Listening (Poem by Gilbert Parker)

Listening By  Gilbert Parker I have lain beneath the pine trees just to hear the thrush's calling, I have waited for the throstle where the harve…
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