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The Visit Of Mahmoud Ben Suleim To Paradise

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Perchance the past of man--and thence to draw
From far experience, sanctified by awe
Of God's mysterious ways, some hint to tell
Who of the dead in heaven and who in hell
Dwelt now in endless bliss or endless bale.

The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If still further you should ask me,
Saying, "Who was Nawadaha?
Tell us of this Nawadaha,"
I should answer your inquiries
Straightway in such words as follow.

The Veery

© Henry Van Dyke

THE MOONBEAMS over Arnos vale in silver flood were pouring,

When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.

Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration July 21, 1865

© James Russell Lowell

Weak-Winged is Song,

Nor aims at that clear-ethered height

A Legacy

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Friend of my many years!

When the great silence falls, at last, on me,

A Wreath Of Sonnets (5/14)

© France Preseren

They come from where no man can sunshine find -
Not from those regions by your glance caressed,
Where all the cares of this world are at rest,
And sweet oblivion follows close behind;

To A Lady, Who Presented To The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own, And Appointed A Night In

© George Gordon Byron

These locks, which fondly thus entwine,
In firmer chains our hearts confine
Than all th' unmeaning protestations
Which swell with nonsense love orations.

Freedoms

© Gerald Gould

To every hill there is a lowly slope,
But some have heights beyond all height--so high
They make new worlds for the adventuring eye.
We for achievement have forgone our hope,
And shall not see another morning ope,
Nor the new moon come into the new sky.

A Pageant of Elizabeth

© Rudyard Kipling

Now Valour, Youth, and Life's delight break forth
In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime--
Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose
Words that shall shake and shape all after-time!

Epitaphs

© Ezra Pound

And Li Po also died drunk.
He tried to embrace a moon
In the Yellow River.

Come to Me, Sunbeam! I'm Dying

© Henry Clay Work

Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dying

Uncared for, distress'd and alone.

To Rutherford Birchard Hayes

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

How to address him? awkward, it is true
Call him "Great Father," as the Red Men do?
Borrow some title? this is not the place
That christens men Your Highness and Your Grace;
We tried such names as these awhile, you know,
But left them off a century ago.

A Session With Uncle Sidney

© James Whitcomb Riley

Uncle Sidney's vurry proud
Of little Leslie-Janey,
'Cause she's so smart, an' goes to school
Clean 'way in Pennsylvany!

O Maytime Woods!

© Madison Julius Cawein

Serene with sleep, light visions weigh her eyes:
And underneath her window blooms a quince.
The night is a sultana who doth rise
In slippered caution, to admit a prince,
Love, who her eunuchs and her lord defies.

I have found

© Mirabai

I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing.

Noera

Noera, when sad Fall
Has grayed the fallow;
Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawl
In pool and shallow;
When, by the woodside, tall
Stands sere the mallow.

The Loving Tree

Three women walked upon a road,
And the first said airily,
Of all the trees in all the world
Which is the loving tree?

A Catch

When roads are mired with ice and snow,

And the air of morn is crisp with rime;

The Garden Of Adonis

© Emma Lazarus

(The Garden of Life in Spenser's "Faerie Queene.")
IT is no fabled garden in the skies,
But bloometh here this is no world of death;
And nothing that once liveth, ever dies,