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The Ancient Banner

© Anonymous

In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,

The bosom of his Father, and assumed

Shelley's Centenary

© William Watson

Within a narrow span of time,
Three princes of the realm of rhyme,
At height of youth or manhood's prime,
From earth took wing,
To join the fellowship sublime
Who, dead, yet sing.

My Hometown by Donal Heffernan : American Life in Poetry #276 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20

I live in Nebraska, where we have a town named Homer. Such a humble, homely name and, as it happens, the poet Donal Heffernan is from Homer, and heres his hymn to the town and its history. Long live Homer. And while were celebrating Nebraska towns, lets throw in Edgar, too.

Kismet

© Jean Ingelow

Into the rock the road is cut full deep,
At its low ledges village children play,
From its high rifts fountains of leafage weep,
And silvery birches sway.

The Song Of Hiawatha VI: Hiawatha's Friends

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Two good friends had Hiawatha,

Singled out from all the others,

At One Again

© Jean Ingelow

Two angry men-in heat they sever,
And one goes home by a harvest field:-
"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;
I said and say it, I will not yield!

Ave

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Mother of the Fair Delight,

Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,

Independence

© Charles Churchill

Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)

Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;

Foxhound Puppies

© William Henry Ogilvie

Great big lolloping lovable things!

Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,

At Crown Hill

© James Whitcomb Riley

Leave him here in the fresh
greening grasses and trees
And the symbols of love, and the solace of these-
The saintly white lilies and blossoms he keeps

Nemesis

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Already blushes in thy cheek

The bosom-thought which thou must speak;

All Souls Eve

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I cried all night to you,

I called till day was here;

Olympus

Through female subtlety intense,

Or the good luck of innocence,

The Restoration Of The Royal Family

© John Keble

As when the Paschal week is o'er,
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more
The breath of sacred song,
But by the rising Saviour's light
Awakened soars in airy flight,
Or deepening rolls along;