- The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up;by Arthur Guiterman 18 lines, 5 comments - Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passingby Hilda Conkling 10 lines, 2 comments - By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
By railroad, coach, and track --by Henry Lawson 80 lines, 5 comments - When Christmas comes the Christmas heat'll
bring once more the Christmas Beetleby Leon Gellert 13 lines, 5 comments - I
The God of Love--"ah, benedicite!"by William Wordsworth 378 lines, 1 comment - "On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, andby Kalidasa 26 lines
- The snowfall is so silent,
so slow,by Miguel de Unamuno 38 lines, 2 comments - We found one evening, in the scrub,
a road the timber-getters made,by Alice Guerin Crist 24 lines, 2 comments - Lo! in the paintedoriel of the West,
Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 13 lines - THE snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the nightby James Russell Lowell 48 lines, 2 comments - One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughsby Wallace Stevens 17 lines, 7 comments - Midsummer noon: and the timbered walls
start in the heat;by Flexmore Hudson 30 lines, 1 comment - I feel the spring far off, far off,
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf --by Sara Teasdale 22 lines, 2 comments - The greatest show on Earth
(non stop twenty four hours around the world)by Nancy Cato 27 lines, 3 comments - Swift with the dawn she rises, quick and cold,
Rattling the pebbles with her silver shoon,by Leon Gellert 9 lines, 3 comments - Who fares to find the sunset ere it fly,
Turning to light and fire the further west,by Clark Ashton Smith 9 lines - The bay is gouged by the wind.
In the jagged hollows green lions crouchby Douglas Alexander Stewart 7 lines - It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold;by Edgar Albert Guest 26 lines - En la playa he encontrado un caracol de oro
macizo y recamado de las perlas más finas;by Ruben Dario 35 lines - ‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry gleaded,
By the woak tree’s mossy moot,by William Barnes 24 lines, 1 comment - Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded treesby Charlotte Mary Mew 10 lines, 2 comments
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