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I stood upon the Plain,
That had trembled when the slain,
Hurled their proud defiant curses at the battle-hearted foe,
When the steed dashed right and left
Through the bloody gaps he cleft,
When the bridle-rein was broken, and the rider was laid low.

Two Paths

© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr

A path across a meadow fair and sweet,
Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet,
A path worn wmooth by his impetuous feet.
A straight, swift path-and at its end, a star
Gleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar,
And her soft eyes, more luminous by far!

This Door You Might Not Open

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

This door you might not open, and you did;

So enter now, and see for what slight thing

The Sparrow

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,

Beside my window flutters down,

The Wounded Hare

© Robert Burns

Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted by thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor never pleasure glad thy cruel heart!

The Green Roads

© Edward Thomas

The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.

To the Fair Clarinda

© Aphra Behn

Though beauteous Wonder of a different kind,
Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd;
When e'er the Manly part of thee, wou'd plead
Though tempts us with the Image of the Maid,
While we the noblest Passions do extend
The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.

The Intellectual

© Karl Shapiro

The man behind the book may not be man,
His own man or the books or yet the times,
But still be whole, deciding what he can
In praise of politics or German rimes;

The Crooked Sixpence

© Caroline Norton

TAKE then back your foolish token,
Since it cannot change like you;
When I feel my heart is broken,
Shall it still proclaim you true?

The Passing Of A Heart

© James Whitcomb Riley

O touch me with your hands--
For pity's sake!
My brow throbs ever on with such an ache
As only your cool touch may take away;
And so, I pray
You, touch me with your hands!

To The Young

© John Hay

Letyour feet not falter, your course not alter
By golden apples, till victory's won!
The sword's sharp clangor, the dart's shrill anger,
Swerve not the hero thundering on.

The Lepers Betrothed

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

To clasp his spirit undefiled, my spirit leaped beneath my hand,
He said no sad reproach to me, but only, "Love, I understand."
O coward my eyes that would not see, held slaves 'neath closing finger-tips;
O coward my flesh that would not let my spirit's whisper through your lips.

The Sun Has Wept Rose

The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world has rolled white from your back,
Your thighs:
The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts,
And Man had bled black at your sovereign side.

The Easy Dignity Of The Officers At Some Court

© Confucius

Arrayed in skins of lamb or sheep,
With five silk braidings all of white,
From court they go, to take their meal,
All self-possessed, with spirits light.

The Beautiful Blue Danube

They drift down the hall together;
He smiles in her lifted eyes;
Like waves of that mighty river,
The strains of the "Danube" rise.

The Faithful Few: An Ode

While Pow'r triumphant bears unrival'd Sway,
Propt by the Aid of all-prevailing Gold;
While bold Corruption blasts the Face of Day,
And Men, in Herds, are offer'd to be sold;
Select, Urania, from the venal Throng,
The Faithful Few, to grace the deathless Song!