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Virginal Love
© Charles Harpur
I LOVE him so,
That though his face I neer might see,
In the assurance that he so loved me
This heart of mine would glow
With pulses sweeter than the sweetest be
That colder ones can know.
The Song of the Red Man
© Henry Clay Work
They came! they came! like the fierce prairie flame,
Sweeping on to the sun-setting shore:
Gazing now on its waves, but a handful of braves,
We shall join in the the chase nevermore
Till we camp on the plains where the Great Spirit reigns,
We shall join in the chase nevermore.
Yu-Pe-Yas Dirge For Tse-Ky
© Augusta Davies Webster
DEAD, my beloved! This small purple weed
That grows upon thy grave shall have its time
To ripen and to wane, to bloom and seed;
But thou, strong doer, mightst not wait thy deed,
But thou, oh noblest, mightst not wait thy meed:
Dead in thy prime!
The Barren Shore
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Full many sing to me and thee
Their riches gather'd by the sea;
Time And Death And Love
© Madison Julius Cawein
Last night I watched for Death--
So sick of life was I!--
When in the street beneath
I heard his watchman cry
The hour, while passing by.
Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
Conscience
© George Herbert
Peace, pratler, do not lowre:
Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul:
Not a sweet dish, but thou dost call it sowre:
Musick to thee doth howl.
By listning to thy chatting fears
I have both lost mine eyes and eares.
Genesis BK IV
© Caedmon
(ll. 192-195) Then the Gracious King, Lord of all human kind,
blessed these two, male and female, man and wife, and spake this
word:
Song Composed For Washington's Birthday
© Henry Timrod
A hundred years and more ago
A little child was born -
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.
Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq.
© John Keats
Glory and loveliness have pass'd away;
For if we wander out in early morn,
No wreathed incense do we see upborne
Into the east, to meet the smiling day:
Last Lines
© Walter Savage Landor
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
The Goat Paths
© James Brunton Stephens
In the deeper sunniness,
In the place where nothing stirs,
Quietly in quietness,
In the quiet of the furze,
For a time they come and lie
Staring on the roving sky.
Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I broke on Marian there. "Yet she herself,
A wife, I think, had scandals of her own,-
A lover not her husband."
The Raiders
© William Henry Ogilvie
Retribution unbars
Swift wrath on the raiders that steal by the stars.
The Origin Of Flattery
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,
Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,
And sent the fatal gift which spread below
O'er all the wretched race contagious woe,
Ode To Sleep
© Pablius Papinius Statius
Lulled are the shuttering waves of the ocean,
Seas in the lap of the land lie at peace.
Only for me in monotonous motion
Day follows day, and there comes no release.
If I Should Die
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
If I should die, how kind you all would grow!
In that strange hour I would not have one foe.
There are no words too beautiful to say
Of one who goes forevermore away
Beata Beatrix
© Arthur Symons
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again!
Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold
