In Ohio by Grace Curtis
In Ohio by Grace Curtis One either believes in God or one probably really is going to hell and Ohioans
Every Day Poems
In Ohio by Grace Curtis One either believes in God or one probably really is going to hell and Ohioans
Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr. Some animal, some low beast has done me a favor: it tipped over
A Pause of Thought by Christina Rossetti I looked for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred
The Warrior by John McCrae He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit
The Honey Room by Donal Mahoney Brother Al, in his hood, is out in his field making love
Where-Away by James Whitcomb Riley O the Lands of Where-Away! Tell us?tell us?where are they? Through the darkness and
Whispers of Immortality by T. S. Eliot Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin;
The Fathers by Siegfried Sassoon Snug at the club two fathers sat, Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat. One
Memorial Day by Joyce Kilmer “Dulce et decorum est” The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it
Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed