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Letter From A Missionary Of The Methodist Episcopal Church South, In Kansas, To A Distinguished Poli

© John Greenleaf Whittier

LAST week the Lord be praised for all His mercies
To His unworthy servant! I arrived
Safe at the Mission, via Westport; where
I tarried over night, to aid in forming

Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.
Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"
People show him different ways, but this is what I have to say,
"Pick a path and keep walking. You will find the tavern."

Phil-O-Rum Juneau

© William Henry Drummond

A STORY OF THE "CHASSE GALLERIE."

On Old Cape Ann

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

ANNISQUAM

A Lament

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The dream is over,

The vision has flown;

Schoolboys in Winter

© John Clare

The schoolboys still their morning ramble take

To neighboring village school with playing speed,

At The Banquet To the Japanese Embassy

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WE welcome you, Lords of the Land of the Sun!
The voice of the many sounds feebly through one;
Ah! would 't were a voice of more musical tone,
But the dog-star is here, and the song-birds have flown.

Orlando Furioso Canto 1

© Ludovico Ariosto

CANTO 1

ARGUMENT

The Unknown Soldier

© Angela Morgan

He is known to the sun-white Majesties

Who stand at the gates of dawn.

Rokeby: Canto II.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Far in the chambers of the west,

Alexander And Phillip

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The cypress spread their gloom
Like a cloak from the noontide beam,
He flung back his dusty plume,
And plunged in the silver stream;
He plunged like the young steed, fierce and wild,
He was borne away like the feeble child.

Women's Song Of The Corn

© Amy Lowell

How beautiful are the corn rows,
Stretching to the morning sun,
Stretching to the evening sun.
Very beautiful, the long rows of corn.

Tecumseh To General Harrison

© Charles Mair

TECUMSEH….

Once this mighty continent was ours,

The Wind And The Whirlwind

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I have a thing to say. But how to say it?
I have a cause to plead. But to what ears?
How shall I move a world by lamentation,
A world which heeded not a Nation's tears?

My Australian Spurs

Old and worn my Bushland spurs

Hang above my desk to-day.

Richard Corey

WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

Anticipation

How beautiful the earth is still,

To thee-how full of happiness?

On The Marriage Of A Virgin

© Dylan Thomas

Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's light

Surprised in the opening of her nightlong eyes

Poem 6

© Kabir

TELL me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?