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Commemoration Ode

© James Russell Lowell

WE sit here in the promised land

That flows with Freedom's honey and milk:

A Legal Mouse

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

A lawyer had a legal mouse,
A naughty one they say,
That took possession of his house
And papers ev'ry day,

TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.

Daniel. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.

The Old Land And The Young Land

© Alfred Austin

The Young Land said, ``I have borne it long,
But can suffer it now no more;
I must end this endless inhuman wrong
Within hail of my own free shore.
So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''

The Colored Soldiers

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

IF the muse were mine to tempt it

And my feeble voice were strong,

British Freedom

© William Wordsworth

It is not to be thought of that the Flood

Of British freedom, which, to the open sea

Custer: Book First

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I

All valor died not on the plains of Troy.

Gebir

© Walter Savage Landor

FIRST BOOK.

The Sylph Of Summer

© William Lisle Bowles

God said, Let there be light, and there was light!

At once the glorious sun, at his command,

This Aloneness

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
To be one with the truth for just a moment,
Is worth more than the world and life itself.

Northward

© John Hay

Under the high unclouded sun
That makes the ship and shadow one,
I sail away as from the fort
Booms sullenly the noonday gun.

The Prisoner For Debt

© John Greenleaf Whittier

LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,
Feebly and cold, the morning light
Comes stealing round him, dim and late,
As if it loathed the sight.

The Young Volunteer

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer,

'Tis his step upon the threshold; "what is it brings you here?"

The Seas of England

The seas of England are our old delight:
Let the loud billow of the shingly shore
Sing freedom on her breezes evermore
To all earths ships that sailing heave in sight!

Lines on A Fly-Leaf

I need not ask thee, for my sake,

To read a book which well may make

The Delights Of Rungsted. An Ode

You shadows refreshing,

You darkness from roses now stealing;

Until The Dawn

© Edith Nesbit

WHEN head and hands and heart alike are weary;
When Hope with folded wings sinks out of sight;
When all thy striving fails to disentangle
From out wrong's skein the golden thread of right;
When all thy knowledge seems a marsh-light's glimmer,
That only shows the blackness of the night;