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Hon. James B. Clay

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

DIED JANUARY 26th, 1864, THE HON. JAMES B. CLAY, OF ASHLANDS, KENTUCKY, ELDEST SON OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS HENRY CLAY.

Another pang for Southern hearts,

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Life

© Madison Julius Cawein

  There is never a thing we dream or do
  But was dreamed and done in the ages gone;
  Everything's old; there is nothing that's new,
  And so it will be while the world goes on.

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A Man's A Man For A' That

© Charles Mackay

  "A man's a man," says Robert Burns,

  "For a' that and a' that";

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The Botanic Garden (Part VII)

© Erasmus Darwin

THE LOVES OF THE PLANTS.

  CANTO III.

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Ode To Liberty

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.
I.
A glorious people vibrated again

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Rose Mary

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Of her two fights with the Beryl-stone

Lost the first, but the second won.

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The Death Of Adam

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Cedars, that high upon the untrodden slopes
Of Lebanon stretch out their stubborn arms,
Through all the tempests of seven hundred years
Fast in their ancient place, where they look down

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The Garden Of Gethsemane

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

The place is fair and tranquil, Judaea’s cloudless sky
Smiles down on distant mountain, on glade and valley nigh,
And odorous winds bring fragrance from palm-tops darkly green,
And olive trees whose branches wave softly o’er the scene.

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Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad

© George Chapman

Now from Leander's place she rose, and found

  Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground;

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The Guardian Angels

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Ballad

Father John in the green lane went

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Svanhvit's Colloquy

© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom

  What countless paths wind down, from divers points,
  To yonder city gates!--Oh, wilt not thou,
  My star, appear to me on one of them?
  Whate'er I said,--thou art my worshiped sun.
  Then pardon me;--thou art not cold; oh, no!
  Too warm, too glowing warm, art thou for me.

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Laus Virginitatis

© Arthur Symons

The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,
mirror, than the friend I find in thee;
Thou loves!:, as I love, my loveliness,
Thou givest my beauty back to me.

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The Golden Legend: III. A Street In Strasburg

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  _Crier of the dead (ringing a bell)._ Wake! wake!
  All ye that sleep!
  Pray for the Dead!
  Pray for the Dead!

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The Friendly Trees

© Henry Van Dyke

I will sing of the bounty of the big trees,
They are the green tents of the Almighty,
He hath set them up for comfort and for shelter.

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Battle Of Brunanburgh

© Alfred Tennyson

  Theirs was a greatness
  Got from their Grandsires-
  Theirs that so often in
  Strife with their enemies
  Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes.

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What We Want

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

All nail the dawn of a new day breaking,

When a strong-armed nation shall take away

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Great City

© Harold Monro

When all the lamps were lighted in the town
I passed into the street ways and I watched,
Wakeful, almost happy,
And half the night I wandered in the street.

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Lux Perdita

© William Watson

Thine were the weak, slight hands
That might have taken this strong soul, and bent
Its stubborn substance to thy soft intent,
And bound it unresisting, with such bands
As not the arm of envious heaven had rent.

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To Mrs. Goodchild

© Charles Stuart Calverley

The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow,
  The boding bat flits by on sullen wing,
  And I sit desolate, like that "one swallow"
  Who found (with horror) that he'd not brought spring:
  Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumb
Drew from its pie-y lair the solitary plum.

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Dawn and Sunrise in the Snowy Mountains

© Charles Harpur

A few thin strips of fleecy cloud lies long

And motionless above the eastern steeps,