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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I will release my soul of argument.
He that would love must follow with shut eyes.
My reason of the years was discontent,
My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.
America To Russia
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THOUGH watery deserts hold apart
The worlds of East and West,
Still beats the selfsame human heart
In each proud Nation's breast.
Aspirations
© Mathilde Blind
I.
I SAW thee in the streets, so wan and pale;
My heart, it shivered at the saddening sight;
Like a thin cloud thou wert, that though the sky doth sail,
And threatens to dissolve, each moment, on its flight.
A Singing Bird In The City
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city?
Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day.
Amaryllis
© Carl Michael Bellman
Amaryllis, thy sweet name pronouncing,
Thee in Neptune's cool embrace announcing.
Slumber's god the while his sway renouncing,
O'er your eyes sighs, and speech yields his spell.
A Departed Friend
© Julia A Moore
He is sleeping, sounding sleeping
In the cold and silent tomb.
He is resting, sweetly resting
In perfect peace, all alone.
A Poem To His Magesty, Presented To The Lord Keeper. To The Right Hon. Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper
© Joseph Addison
If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,
Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares;
A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence)
© Rupert Brooke
Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
Softly along the dim way to your room,
A Poem. For the AMA at New York, 1853
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FOR THE MEETING OF THE AMERICAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION
AT NEW YORK, MAY 5, 1853
Another Fan
© Stéphane Mallarme
Dear dreamer, help me to take off
Into my pathless, pure delight,
By always holding in your glove
My wing, a thin pretence of flight.
An Extempore Invitation To The Earl Of Oxford, Lord High Treasurer
© Matthew Prior
My Lord,
Our weekly friends to-morrow meet
A Word of Encouragement
© Piet Hein
Stomach-ache can be a curse;
heart-ache may be even worse;
so thank Heaven on your knees
if you've got but one of these.
Autumn Tints
© Mathilde Blind
Coral.coloured yew-berries
Strew the garden ways,
Hollyhocks and sunflowers
Make a dazzling blaze
In these latter days.
A Child of the Snows
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.
A Tryst
© Celia Thaxter
From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day.
April
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
A flame is in my blood
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
A flame is in my blood
burning dry life, to the bone.
I do not sing of stone,
now, I sing of wood.
A Hymn Of Peace
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SUNG AT THE "JUBILEE," JUNE 15, 1869,
TO THE MUSIC OF SELLER'S "AMERICAN HYMN"
