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HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.

Golden State

© Frank Bidart

I
To see my father
lying in pink velvet, a rosary
twined around his hands, rouged,

Easter Road

© Henry Van Dyke

Under the cloud of world-wide war,

While earth is drenched with sorrow,

Verses On Rome

© Frances Anne Kemble

O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee,

Shall not forget the bitterest private grief

Pauline, A Fragment of a Question

© Robert Browning

And I can love nothing-and this dull truth
Has come the last: but sense supplies a love
Encircling me and mingling with my life.

To Our Land

© Mahmoud Darwish

To our land,

and it is the one near the word of god,

Rule Britannia

© James Thomson

When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain—
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

A Classroom Assignment

© Anonymous

On Freedom
By Thomas S. Sidney, aged 12 Years
October 21st, 1828

The Magyar's New-Year-Eve

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

By Temèsvar I hear the clarions call:
The year dies. Let it die. It lived in vain.
Gun booms to gun along the looming wall,
Another year advances o'er the plain.
The Despot hails it from his bannered keep:
Ah, Tyrant, is it well to break a bondsman's sleep?

The Child Of The Islands - Autumn

© Caroline Norton

I.
BROWN Autumn cometh, with her liberal hand
Binding the Harvest in a thousand sheaves:
A yellow glory brightens o'er the land,

Imitations of Horace

© Alexander Pope

While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
The balanc'd world, and open all the main;
Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend,
At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend;
How shall the Muse, from such a monarch steal
An hour, and not defraud the public weal?

The Abencerrage : Canto II.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

"Hamet! oh, wrong me not! - too could speak
Of sorrows - trace them on my faded cheek,
In the sunk eye, and in the wasted form,
That tell the heart hath nursed a canker-worm!
But words were idle - read my sufferings there,
Where grief is stamped on all that once was fair.

In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I.
Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,
Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,
Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac,
Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea.

The Pass Of The Sierra

© John Greenleaf Whittier

ALL night above their rocky bed
They saw the stars march slow;
The wild Sierra overhead,
The desert's death below.

Anzac

Within my heart I hear the cry

Of loves that suffer, souls that die,

To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window

Written in A Moment of Exasperation

How can you lie so still? All day I watch

Epilogue To Tancred And Sigismunda

Cramm'd to the throat with wholesome moral stuff,
Alas! poor audience! you have had enough.
Was ever hapless heroine of a play
In such a piteous plight as ours to-day?

The Princess (part 4)

But when we planted level feet, and dipt
Beneath the satin dome and entered in,
There leaning deep in broidered down we sank
Our elbows: on a tripod in the midst
A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed
Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold.