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Vision Of Columbus - Book 8
© Joel Barlow
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,
Veil'd the wide worldwhen sudden shades of night
An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey
© Abraham Cowley
As to a northern people (whom the sun
Uses just as the Romish church has done
Banished from Massachusetts
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Over the threshold of his pleasant home
Set in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,
The Mourner For The Barmecides
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"And shall I not rejoice to go, when the noble and the brave,
With the glory on their brows, are gone before me to the grave?
What is there left to look on now, what brightness in the land?–
I hold in scorn the faded world, that wants their princely band!
The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
Voice Of New England
© John Greenleaf Whittier
UP the hillside, down the glen,
Rouse the sleeping citizen;
Summon out the might of men!
Like a lion growling low,
What We Must Do
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
What we must do and may not do.
This is the World's whole refrain,
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May
© George MacDonald
1.
WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
Afar In The Desert
© Thomas Pringle
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
Herr Weiser
© James Whitcomb Riley
Herr Weiser--! Three-score-years-and-ten--,
A hale white rose of his country-men,
The Flitting
© John Clare
I've left my own old home of homes,
Green fields and every pleasant place;
The Foray Of Con ODonnell. A.D. 1495
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The evening shadows sweetly fall
Along the hills of Donegal,
The Golden Wedding Of Longwood
© John Greenleaf Whittier
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,
The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable now.
The Parting Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The unbelov'd one, for his home to gaze
Through the wild laurels back; but then a light
Broke on the stern proud sadness of his eye,
A sudden quivering light, and from his lips
A burst of passionate song.
"Farewell, farewell!
Verses by Lady Geralda
© Anne Brontë
Its sound was music then to me;
Its wild and lofty voice
Made by heart beat exultingly
And my whole soul rejoice.
Retaliation: A Poem
© Oliver Goldsmith
What pity, alas! that so lib'ral a mind
Should so long be to news-paper essays confin'd;
Who perhaps to the summit of science could soar,
Yet content 'if the table he set on a roar';
Whose talents to fill any station were fit,
Yet happy if Woodfall confess'd him a wit.
Shamrock Song
© Katharine Tynan
O, the red rose may be fair,
And the lily statelier;
But my shamrock, one in three,
Takes the very heart of me!
