Poems You Ought to Know

Each morning, for several months, THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE has published at the head of its first column, verses under the caption: “Poems You Ought to Know.” It has explained its ac...

This beautifully touching poem is the creation of Mr. J. L. McCreery, a native of Iowa, and at one time editor of the Delaware County Journal, of that state. The poem was writte...

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great sized monster of ingratitudes; Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour’d As fast...

My steps are nightly driven, By the fever in my breast, To hear from thy lattice breathed The word that shall give me rest. Open the door of thy heart, And open thy chamber door...

William Makepeace Thackeray was horn at Calcutta in 1811. He was brought up in England, where he went to Charterhouse School and later to Trinity College, Cambridge. He left col...

To him who, in the love of nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness and a smile And eloquen...

Like one whose limbs are bound in trance I hear the day-sounds swell and grow, And see across the twilight glance, Troop after troop, in swift advance, The shining ones with plu...

Francis A. Durivage was born at Boston in 1814 and engaged early in journalistic work, writing for the magazines as well. He won considerable reputation with a series of humorou...

By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love’s alternate joy and woe, Zoè mou sas ag...

Then Abner Dean of Angel’s raised a point of order, when— A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor,...

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace— Where Delos rose and Phœbus sprung! Eternal summer gilds the...