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The Flower Of Flame

© Robert Nichols

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The long, low wavelets of summer
Glide in and glitter along the sand;
The fitful breezes of summer
Blow fragrantly from the land.

To One demanding why Wine sparkles

© Henry King

So Diamonds sparkle, and thy Mistriss eyes;
When tis not Fire but light in either flyes.
Beauty not thaw'd by lustful flames will show
Like a fair mountain of unmelted snow:

The Shadow

© Madison Julius Cawein

A SHADOW glided down the way
Where sunset groped among the trees,
And all the woodland bower, asway
With trouble of the evening breeze.

In Harbor

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I know it is over, over,
I know it is over at last!

Midnight

© Harriet Beecher Stowe

All dark! - no light, no ray!
Sun, moon, and stars, all gone!
Dimness of anguish! - utter void! -
Crushed, and alone!

Sonnet XIV

© Caroline Norton

OH! crystal eyes, in which my image lay
While I was near, as in a fountain's wave;
Let it not in like manner pass away
When I am gone; for I am Love's true slave,

With A Copy Of Aucassin And Nicolete

© James Russell Lowell

Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-rhyme,

With gladness of a heart long quenched in mould

A Glance Behind The Curtain

© James Russell Lowell

We see but half the causes of our deeds,

Seeking them wholly in the outer life,

In Memoriam

© William Lisle Bowles

How blessed with thee the path could I have trod

Of quiet life, above cold want's hard fate,

Autumn

© Frances Anne Kemble

Thou comest not in sober guise,

In mellow cloak of russet clad

My Land.

© Arthur Henry Adams

A NEW land, like a stainless flower set
In the green foliage of the waving sea;
Or like a maiden whose fair heart is free,
Whose honest eyes with no sad tears are wet,

To My Young Countryman D.H.D.

© Charles Harpur

Who doubteth, when the morning star doth light

Her lamp of beauty, that the day is coming?

The Hamadryad

Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?

Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy

ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL

June 11, 1910

Being Beauteous

Against a fall
of snow,
a Being Beauiful,
and very tall.

Soon I distinguished, yet as tone which veils confuse and smother,
Amid this voice two voices, one commingled with the other,
Which did from off the land and seas even to the heavens aspire;
Chanting the universal chant in simultaneous quire.
And I distinguished them amid that deep and rumorous sound,
As who beholds two currents thwart amid the fluctuous profound.