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The Happy Isles

© Eugene Field

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles
And the ocean loves to wander.

Vision Of Columbus - Book 4

© Joel Barlow

In one dark age, beneath a single hand,

Thus rose an empire in the savage land.

North And South

© James Whitcomb Riley

Of the North I wove a dream,

All bespangled with the gleam

To a Child Blowing Bubbles

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child! ~ COLERIDGE.

The Field Of The Grounded Arms, Saratoga

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed
Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
When the mind's wings overspread
The spirit-world of dreams.

The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law

© George Crabbe

"TRADES and Professions"--these are themes the Muse,

Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;

The Guide Post

© William Barnes

Why thik wold post so long kept out,

Upon the knap, his eärms astrout,

Eclogue V

© Virgil

Menalcas.
Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?

The Flag

© Julia A Moore

See the glorious stars and stripes,

Floating over there;

Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament

© Andrew Lang

Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep,

It grieves me sore to hear thee weep,

Saint Maura: A.D. 304

© Charles Kingsley

Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!

The guards are crouching underneath the rock;

"I cant prevent myself from singing"

© Thibaut de Champagne

Mercy, my lady, who knows all things!
All goodness and everything worth having
Are yours: more than any woman living.
Help me, now, it is in your giving!

Carpe Diem

© Robert Frost

Age saw two quiet children

Go loving by at twilight,

The Awakening

Once she woke to fairyland,

Now she wakes to grief,

Written After Leaving West Point

The hours are past, love,
Oh, fled they not too fast, love!
Those happy hours, when down the mountain-side,
We saw the rosy mists of morning glide,

Endymion: A Mystical Comment On Titian's 'Sacred And Profane Love'

Long she abode aloof there in her heaven,
Far as the grape-bunch of the Pleiad seven
Beyond my madness' utmost leap; but here
Mine eyes have feigned of late her rapture near,
Moulded of mind-mist that broad day dispels,
Here in these shadowy woods and brook-lulled dells.

The Lark Ascending

He rises and begins to round,

He drops the silver chain of sound

A Maori Girl's Song

"Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still:
By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ill;
Poor hapless I - poor little I - so many mouths to fill -
And all for this strange feeling - O, this sad, sweet pain!

Foresight And Patience

Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,
Are they who point our pathway and sustain.
They rarely meet; one soars, one walks retired.
When they do meet, it is our earth inspired.