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The religious wars of Europe have been numbered with the past,
But a worse thing, bright America with clouds has overcast,
'Tis the heinous contract system that plantation life contains,
Worse than slavery's conditions in a land where freedom reigns.

The Hillside Cot

© William Ellery Channing

And here the hermit sat, and told his beads,

And stroked his flowing locks, red as the fire,

Her Portrait

© Francis Thompson

Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold

Of that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!

Andrew Jackson

© Julia A Moore

On the life of Andrew Jackson,

Now dear people I will write,

To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist)

© William Wordsworth

SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,
And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side,
Thou art a tool of honour in my hands;
I press thee, through the yielding soil, with pride.

Great Poets And Small

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

SHALL I not falter on melodious wing,
In that my notes are weak and may not rise
To those world-wide entrancing harmonies,
Which the great poets to the ages sing?

Henry And Emma. A Poem.

© Matthew Prior

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

The Distant Drum

© Henry Lawson

Republicans! the time is coming!
Listen to the distant drumming!
Hearken to the whispers humming
In the troubled atmosphere.

Otho

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,
Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim
From Brutus his own glory--and on thee

I Never Saw that Land Before

© Edward Thomas

I never saw that land before,
And now can never see it again;
Yet, as if by acquaintance hoar
Endeared, by gladness and by pain,
Great was the affection that I bore

"Every planet above, and every star"

© Gaspara Stampa

Venus beauty too, and gentleness,
Mercury eloquence, but then the moon
Made him too cold for me, in iciness.
Each of these graces, each rare boon,
Make me burn for his fierce brightness,
And yet he freezes, through that one alone.