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A Memorial

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,
The solemn vista to the tomb
Must know henceforth another shadow,
And give another cypress room.

An Athenian Reverie

© Archibald Lampman

How the returning days, one after one,

Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,

Neglectful Edward

© Robert Graves

"A rope of pearls and a gold earring,
And a bird of the East that will not sing.
A carven tooth, a box with a key--"

At Port Royal

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The tent-lights glimmer on the land,
The ship-lights on the sea;
The night-wind smooths with drifting sand
Our track on lone Tybee.

The Young Author

© Samuel Johnson

When first the peasant, long inclined to roam,

Forsakes his rural sports and peaceful home,

In a City Garden

© Trumbull Stickney

Yet was this willow here.
It hung as now its olive skeins aloft
Into the sky, then blue and clear,-
And yonder pair of poplar trees

III: To Sir Robert Wroth

© Benjamin Jonson

How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth,

Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!

Home-Sick. Written In Germany

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

'Tis sweet to him, who all the week
Through city-crowds must push his way,
To stroll alone through fields and woods,
And hallow thus the Sabbath-day.

There is but OneThe FreeThe KnowerSelf!
Without a name, without a form or stain.
In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.
The witness, He appears as nature, soul.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"

Idyll V. The Battle of the Bards

© Theocritus

COMETAS.
Goats, from a shepherd who stands here, from Lacon, keep away:
Sibyrtas owns him; and he stole my goatskin yesterday.

A Family Record

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877

NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,

A Youthful Experiment In English Hexameters

© James Russell Lowell

IMPRESSIONS OF HOMER

Sometimes come pauses of calm, when the rapt bard, holding his heart back,

The Old Spring

© Madison Julius Cawein

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Under rocks whereon the rose

Love

……….. The imperial votress passed on
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Midsummer Night's Dream,
Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?

Narrara Creek

From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,

Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms

Behind The Arras

I hardly know which room I care for best;
This fronting west,
With the strange hills in view,
Where the great sun goes,where I may go too,
When my lease is through,