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Mare Rubrum
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FLASH out a stream of blood-red wine,
For I would drink to other days,
Shut Out
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The door was shut. I looked between
Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:
Remonstrance
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Bless the dear old verdant land,
Brother, wert thou born of it?
As thy shadow life doth stand,
Twining round its rosy band,
Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.
© Henry James Pye
Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
Bold in the face of death the naval train
Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.
Immorality
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Have you heard, my friend, the slander that the Negro has to face?
Immorality, the grossest, has been charged up to his race.
Listen, listen to my story, as I now proceed to tell
Of conditions in the Southland, where the mass of Negroes dwell.
A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire)
© Katharine Tynan
Lord, when he shall come home from war,
Give him no pastures green,
But a wet wind and a soft wind
With reek of turf between.
Italian Scenery
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Night rests in beauty on Mont Alto.
Beneath its shade the beauteous Arno sleeps
In vallombrosa's bosom, and dark trees
Bend with a calm and quiet shadow down
Upon the beauty of that silent river.
Across The Pampas
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember,
Here as we sit at home and take our rest,
How we went out one morning on a venture
In the West?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk of Casal-Maggiore
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once on a time, some centuries ago,
In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars
The Friend's Shadow
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
Sunt aliquid manes; letum non omnia finit;
Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos.
PROPERTIUS.
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The Emigrant's Vision
© Charles Harpur
As his bark dashed away on the night-shrouded deep,
And out towards the South he was gazing,
Inscriptions: VI: For A Column At Runnymede
© Mark Akenside
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here,
While Thames among his willows from thy view
That Nature Is Not Subject To Decay (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Ah, how the Human Mind wearies herself
With her own wand'rings, and, involved in gloom
True Love
© Judith Viorst
It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
A' Old Played-Out Song
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's the curiousest thing in creation,
Whenever I hear that old song,
Homer's Hymn To The Earth: Mother Of All
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mother of gods, thou Wife of starry Heaven,
Farewell! be thou propitious, and be given
A happy life for this brief melody,
Nor thou nor other songs shall unremembered be.
Italy : 29. Montorio
© Samuel Rogers
Generous, and ardent, and as romantic as he could be,
Montorio was in his earliest youth, when, on a summer-
evening, not many years ago, he arrived at the Baths of
* * *. With a heavy heart, and with many a blessing on
Pour Qui Sait Attendre
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
All things, they say, come home to those that wait,
Riches, power, fame, lost fortune, hope deferred,
Health to our friends, ill hap to those we hate,
Even love, that glorious paradisal bird,
Husband And Wife
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The world had chafed his spirit proud
By its wearing, crushing strife,
The censure of the thoughtless crowd
Had touched a blameless life;
Like the dove of old, from the waters foam,
He wearily turned to the ark of home.
