Poems by Henry Van Dyke
To Julia Marlowe
... Long had I loved this "Attic shape," the brede ...
Twilight in the Alps
... She opens all the doors of night, and fills ...
Undine
... Your spirit, -- ah, how strange it seems, -- ...
Urbs Coronata
... (Song for the City College of New York) O youngest of the giant brood ...
Victor Hugo
... High in the heavens the star of France stood clear!You, who knew that a man must take ...
War-Music
... Resolute, brave, and free! Call again, trumpet, call again, ...
Without Disguise
... And win the thing they want by what they hide ...
Wordsworth
... No whirling flood nor parching drought controls ...
Work
... Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours, ...
For Katrinas Sun-Dial
... ________________________________________ ...
Ode To Peace
... The wounds men give, the things for which they fight! ...
To A Young Girl Singing
... And the thrill of a laugh or the throb of a tear, ...
The Shepherd Of Nymphs
... O Thyrsis, wake! Your flock has strayed, ...
An Anglers Wish
... No more I m wishingold-fashioned fishing, ...
The Winds Of War-News
... Thy strength, thy wealth, thy conscience whole, ...
