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The Art Of War. Book IV.
© Henry James Pye
Marseilles secur'd by many a strengthen'd tower
Mock'd dauntless Cæsar and his veteran power;
Wearied at length, but sure of fortune's aid,
He bid the sea their floating works invade.
Thus check'd the siege long, bloody, and severe,
Of Rome's experienced chiefs the bold career.
The Pen And The Album
© William Makepeace Thackeray
"I am Miss Catherine's book," the album speaks;
"I've lain among your tomes these many weeks;
I'm tired of their old coats and yellow cheeks.
The Blind Caravan
© William Wilfred Campbell
Faint elfin songs from out the past
Of some lost sunset land
Haunt this grim pageant drifting, vast,
Across the trackless sand.
The Outlaw
© William Henry Ogilvie
Our realm was the fenceless ranges. We fed in the bluegrass swamps.
The green of the branching wilga was the roof of our noonday camps.
We drank at the pools in the lignum, where die mist and moonlight meet,
Stealing like wraiths through the darkness with the dew on our shoeless feet.
The Mystic Veil
© Henry Clay Work
Come one step nearer! (One step nearer!)
one shade clearer? (one shade clearer!)
Breath on word before we part; (before we part
And tell me-truly it is you, love,
Come to cheer my lonely heart?
The Fight With Self
© Edgar Albert Guest
WALL have fights to make with self,
And these are the bitterest fights of all,
The Little Negro
© Ann Taylor
Ah! the poor little blackamoor, see there he goes,
And the blood gushes out from his half frozen toes,
And his legs are so thin you may see the very bones,
As he goes shiver, shiver, on the sharp cutting stones.
The Troubadour
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Then did each lady bid him sing
Of nought save love's sweet happening.
But loud each knight did smiling chide,
Let him but tell of war, they cried.
The Song Of Hiawatha XIV: Picture-Writing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
The Welcome
© Thomas Osborne Davis
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you re lookd for, or come without warning:
To The Enemy Complaining
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of scruple; avow
The blow, planned with such patience, that you deal
So terribly; hack on, and care not how
The innocent fall; live out your faith of steel.
The Exiles Desire
© Victor Marie Hugo
Would I could see you, native land,
Where lilacs and the almond stand
Behind fields flowering to the strand--
But no!
The Dawn of God's Sabbath
© Ada Cambridge
The dawn of Gods dear Sabbath
Breaks oer the earth again,
The Poet's Metamorphosis
© Eugene Field
Maecenas, I propose to fly
To realms beyond these human portals;
No common things shall be my wings,
But such as sprout upon immortals.
Thoughts
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Sweet are the thoughts that haunt the poets brain
Like rainbow-fringed clouds, through which some star
The Hot Season
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
But soon the people could not bear
The slightest hint of fire;
Allusions to caloric drew
A flood of savage ire;
The Sanctuary
© Sara Teasdale
IF I could keep my innermost Me
Fearless, aloof and free
Of the least breath of love or hate,
And not disconsolate
