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The Columbiad: Book IX
© Joel Barlow
Shrouded in deeper darkness now he veers
The vast gyration of a thousand years,
Strikes out each lamp that would illume his way,
Disputes his food with every beast of prey;
Imbands his force to fence his trist abodes,
A wretched robber with his feudal codes.
Mine
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine:
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
From The Spanish Of Placido
© James Weldon Johnson
Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love's name,
Deaf to the pleading notes of his sweet lyre,
A frank, impulsive heart I wish to claim,
A heart that blindly follows its desire.
I wish to embrace a woman full of flame,
I want to kiss a woman made of fire.
Evening. By a Tailor
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
Le Doux Sommeil Habite
© André Marie de Chénier
Le doux sommeil habite où sourit la fortune,
Pareil aux faux amis, le malheur l'importune.
Il vole se poser, loin des cris de douleurs,
Sur des yeux que jamais n'ont altérés les pleurs.
Hope, An Allegorical Sketch
© William Lisle Bowles
I am the comforter of them that mourn;
My scenes well shadowed, and my carol sweet,
England's Day: A War-Saga
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Commended To Gortschakoff, Grant, And Bismark; And Dedicated To The British
1871
That Last Invocation
© Walt Whitman
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks-from the keep of the well-closed
doors,
Let me be wafted.
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. November
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ACROSS COUNTRY
November's here. Once more the pink we don,
And on old Centaur, at the coverside,
Sit changing pleasant greetings one by one
Poets Of The Olden Time
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE brave old poets sing of nobler themes
Than those weak griefs which harass craven souls;
The torrent of their lusty music rolls
Not through dark valleys of distempered dreams,
The Arras Road
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
The early night falls on the plain
In cloud and desolating rain.
I see no more, but feel around
The ruined earth, the wounded ground.
Our Canal
© Harriet Monroe
"All that was writ shall be fulfilled at last.
Cometill we round the circle, end the story.
The west-bound sun leads forward to the past
The thundering cruisers and the caravels.
Tomorrow you shall hear our song of glory
Rung in the chime of India's temple bells."
En El Reinado De La Primavera
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Josefa de los santos
17 de marzo de 1880
7 de mayo de 1917
Sonnet VIII "At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met"
© Henry Timrod
At last, beloved Nature! I have met
Thee face to face upon thy breezy hills,
The Death-Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
Mother, mother! my heart is wild,
Hold me upon your bosom dear,
Do not frown on your own poor child,
Death is darkly drawing near.
Italy : 5. The Descent
© Samuel Rogers
My mule refreshed -- and, let the truth be told,
He was nor dull nor contradictory,
But patient, diligent, and sure of foot,
Shunning the loose stone on the precipice,
