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Lake Winnipiseogee

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

ONE day the River of Life flowed o'er
The verge of heaven's enchanted shore,
And falling without lapse or break.
Its waters formed this wondrous lake.

The Vagabonds

© Bliss William Carman

We go unheeded as the stream
That wanders by the hill-wood side,
Till the great marshes take his hand
And lead him to the roving tide.

To An Enthusiast

© Thomas Hood

Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,
Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,
And still a large late love of all thy kind.
Spite of the world's cold practice and Time's tooth,

Upon my Lap my Sovereign Sits

© Martin Peerson

I grieve that duty doth not work
All that my wishing would,
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!

The Death Of Raschi

© Emma Lazarus

[Aaron Ben Mier "loquitur."]

If I remember Raschi? An I live,

Scenes In London I - Piccadilly

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

THE sun is on the crowded street,
It kindles those old towers;
Where England's noblest memories meet,
Of old historic hours.

The Blessing

© Charles Baudelaire

Since I must be chosen among all women that are
To bear the lifetime's grudge of a sullen husband,
And since I cannot get rid of this caricature,
-Fling it away like old letters to be burned,

North Wind

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains,
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy fountains,
Draughts of life to me.

I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white,
And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light:
And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his mind;
And I said, "He will grace and ennoble mankind:
He is Nature's own king."

Italy : 33. The Campagna Of Rome

© Samuel Rogers

Have none appeared as tillers of the ground,
None since They went -- as though it still were theirs,
And they might come and claim their own again?
Was the last plough a Roman's?

The March Of Mortality

© Edgar Albert Guest

Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;
Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tears
Up from the haunts of men to the place where the angels are,
This is the march of mortality to a wonderful goal afar.

The First Song

© Richard Francis Burton

A POET writ a song of May

That checked his breath awhile;

Oxford In WarTime

© Robert Laurence Binyon

What alters you, familiar lawn and tower,
Arched alley, and garden green to the gray wall
With crumbling crevice and the old wine--red flower,
Solitary in summer sun? for all

Brotherhood

The crest and crowning of all good,
Life's final star, is brotherhood;
For it will bring again to Earth
Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth;

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto XI.

II
This learn'd I, watching where she danced,
Native to melody and light,
And now and then toward me glanced,
Pleased, as I hoped, to please my sight.

When Winter Comes

RAIN at Muchalat, rain at Sooke,

And rain, they say, from Yale to Skeena,

Midnight

The moon shines white and silent
On the mist, which, like a tide
Of some enchanted ocean,
O'er the wide marsh doth glide,
Spreading its ghost-like billows
Silently far and wide.