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Before an Altar (After Gneudecourt) By  Edwin John Dove Pratt Break we the bread once more,     The cup we pass around —  No, rather let us ...

At the Lattice By  Duncan Campbell Scott Good-night, Marie, I kiss thine eyes,     A tender touch on either lid; They cover, as a cloud, the...

The Waking By  Gilbert Parker To be young is to dream, and I dreamed no more;     I had smothered my heart as the fighter can: I toiled, and...

The Tall Dakoon By  Gilbert Parker The Tall Dakoon, the bridle rein he shook, and called aloud, His Arab steed sprang down the mists which w...

Misgiving By  Robert Lee Frost All crying "We will go with you, O Wind!" The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppres...

November By  Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A f...

To John Taylor By  Robert Burns With Pegasus upon a day,     Apollo weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay,     On foot the way ...