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The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A DREAR and desolate shore!

Where no tree unfolds its leaves,

St. Andrew's Day

© John Keble

When brothers part for manhood's race,
What gift may most endearing prove
To keep fond memory its her place,
And certify a brother's love?

To My Eldest Brother, With The British Army In Portugal

Does memory's pencil oft, in mellowing hue,
Dear social scenes, departed joys renew;
In softer tints delighting to retrace,
Each tender image and each well-known face?
Yes! wanderer, yes! thy spirit flies to those,
Whose love unalter'd, warm and faithful glows!

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Yes, who shall tell the value of our tears,
Whether we wept aright or idly grieved?
There is a tragedy in unloved years,
And in those passionate hours by love deceived,

DreamComeTrue

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Within the eyes of Dream--Come--True
Shine the old dreams of my youth.
Ere they faded, ere they grew
Distant, they were born anew

One Worse Thing

© Margaret Widdemer

LAST Spring I walked these ways, and a sharp grief walked with me,
For you had broken my heart with a light kiss, carelessly,
And I was young and was new to grief, and could think of no worse thing
Than to walk abroad with a hurting heart and be hopeless in the Spring.

Paean

© John Greenleaf Whittier

NOW, joy and thanks forevermore!
The dreary night has wellnigh passed,
The slumbers of the North are o'er,
The Giant stands erect at last!

An Essay on Man: Epistle 1

© Alexander Pope

To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things

March

© William Cullen Bryant

The stormy March is come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies,
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valley flies.

On The Death Of Lieut. William Howard Allen, Of The American Navy

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

He hath been mourned as brave men mourn the brave,
And wept as nations weep their cherished dead,
With bitter, but proud tears, and o'er his head
The eternal flowers whose root is in the grave,

Lines On Hearing, Three Or Four Years Ago, That Constantinople Was Swallowed Up By An Earthquake;

© Amelia Opie

A Report, though false, at that time generally believed.

Nature, For Nature's Sake

© Jean Ingelow

White as white butterflies that each one dons
Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,
Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring.
While couched in rising barley titlarks call,
And bees alit upon their martagons
Do hang a-murmuring, a-murmuring.

Unlock The Land(an Australian Ballad)

© Anonymous

Why in this sunny land of gold
Rich soil and wealth containing,
Should we from day to day behold
The unemployed complaining?

Loraine

In her dark-ringed eyes shone the sad unrest
That spoke in the heave of her troubled breast,
And her face was white as the chiselled stone,
And her lips pressed madly against my own,
And her heart beat wildly against my heart,
And we strove to go, but we could not part.

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 02

XI

Thus when the Lord discovered had, and seen

Amais

I
``O King Amasis, hail!
News from thy friend, the King Polycrates!
My oars have never rested on the seas

The Vow Of Washington

The sword was sheathed: in April's sun
Lay green the fields by Freedom won;
And severed sections, weary of debates,
Joined hands at last and were United States.

The Poet And The Muse

Whither, and whence, and why hast fled?
Thou art dumb, my muse; thou art dumb, thou art dead,
As a waterless stream, as a leafless tree.
What have I done to banish thee?

Warm'd by the summer sun's meridian ray,
As underneath a spreading oak I lay
Contemplating the mighty load of woe,
In search of bliss that mortals undergo,