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• Liberty

  What man is there so bold that he should say,
  “Thus, and thus only, would I have the Sea”?
  For whether lying calm and beautiful, …

  John Hay

• The Surrender of Spain

  Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!
  Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power;
  Cradle of world-grasping Emperors, grave of the reckless invader, …

  John Hay

• Pike County Ballads

  Wall, no! I can’t tell whar he lives,
  Becase he don’t live, you see;
  Leastways, he ’s got out of the habit …

  John Hay

• Little Breeches

  I don’t go much on religion,
  I never ain’t had no show;
  But I ’ve got a middlin’ tight grip, sir, …

  John Hay

• The Stirrup-Cup

  My short and happy day is done,
  The long and dreary night comes on,
  And at my door the pale horse stands …

  John Hay

• From "The Song of the Ancient People"

  We are the Ancient People;
  Our father is the Sun;
  Our mother, the Earth, where the mountains tower …

  Edna Dean Proctor

• Heaven, O Lord, I Cannot Lose

  Now summer finds her perfect prime;
  Sweet blows the wind from western calms;
  On every bower red roses climb; …

  Edna Dean Proctor

• A Character

  His face is truly of the Roman mould,
  He bears within the heart of Cato, too;
  Although his look may seem severe and cold, …

  Charlotte Fiske Bates

• The Clue

  Oh, frame some little word for me
  None else shall ever hear or see,—
  Something my soul can call her own, …

  Charlotte Fiske Bates

• Delay

  I do affirm that thou hast saved the race
  As much as thou hast ever made it lose:
  Men of quick action may thy name abuse, …

  Charlotte Fiske Bates

• Woodbines in October

  As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear,
  While long and low the wind about them grieves:
  The heart of Autumn must have broken here, …

  Charlotte Fiske Bates

• The Living Book

  This bears the seal of immortality,
  For every soul that reads it feels the search
  Of answering thought, and thousands there may be …

  Charlotte Fiske Bates

• My Maryland

  The despot’s heel is on thy shore,
  Maryland!
  His torch is at thy temple door, …

  James Ryder Randall

• John Pelham

  Just as the spring came laughing through the strife,
  With all its gorgeous cheer,
  In the bright April of historic life …

  James Ryder Randall

• Why the Robin's Breast Was Red

  The saviour, bowed beneath his cross, climbed up the dreary hill,
  And from the agonizing wreath ran many a crimson rill;
  The cruel Roman thrust him on with un-relenting hand, …

  James Ryder Randall

• The Conquered Banner

  Furl that Banner, for ’t is weary;
  Round its staff ’t is drooping dreary:
  Furl it, fold it,—it is best; …

  Abram Joseph Ryan

• A Child's Wish

  I wish I were the little key
  That locks Love’s Captive in,
  And lets Him out to go and free …

  Abram Joseph Ryan

• At the Hacienda

  Know i not who thou mayst be
  Carved upon this olive-tree,—
  “Manuela of La Torre,”— …

  Francis Bret Harte

• Chiquita

  Beautiful! sir, you may say so. Thar is n’t her match in the county;
  Is thar, old gal,—Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?
  Feel of that neck, sir,—thar ’s velvet! Whoa! steady,—ah, will you, you vixen! …

  Francis Bret Harte

• Grizzly

  Coward,—of heroic size,
  In whose lazy muscles lies
  Strength we fear and yet despise; …

  Francis Bret Harte

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