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• Crotalus

  No life in earth, or air, or sky;
  The sunbeams, broken silently,
  On the bared rocks around me lie,— …

  Francis Bret Harte

• Jim

  Say there! P’r’aps
  Some on you chaps
  Might know Jim Wild? …

  Francis Bret Harte

• The Society upon the Stanislaus

  I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
  I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games;
  And I ’ll tell in simple language what I know about the row …

  Francis Bret Harte

• The Aged Stranger

  “i was with Grant”—the stranger said;
  Said the farmer, “Say no more,
  But rest thee here at my cottage porch, …

  Francis Bret Harte

• Madrono

  Captain of the Western wood,
  Thou that apest Robin Hood!
  Green above thy scarlet hose, …

  Francis Bret Harte

• Europa

  great sovereign of the earth and sea,
  Whose sceptre shall forever be
  The reign supreme of Liberty, …

  Stephen Henry Thayer

• Poet of Earth

  Oh, be not ether-borne, poet of earth;
  Stretch not thy wings to such a cloudless height
  As ne’er to know the darkness of the night, …

  Stephen Henry Thayer

• The Waiting Chords

  Heedless she strayed from note to note,
  A maid, scarce knowing that she sang;
  The dainty accents from her throat …

  Stephen Henry Thayer

• Evelyn

  if i could know
  That here about the place where last you played,—
  Within this room, and yonder in the shade …

  Rossiter Johnson

• A Soldier Poet

  Where swell the songs thou shouldst have sung
  By peaceful rivers yet to flow?
  Where bloom the smiles thy ready tongue …

  Rossiter Johnson

• The Ride to Cherokee

  It ’s only we, Grimalkin, both fond and fancy free,
  So do your best, my beauty, for a home for you and me;
  For you the oats and leisure, for me the pipe and book, …

  Amelia Walstien Carpenter

• Recollection

  A silver birch-tree like a sacred maid
  Set with a guard of stalwart hemlocks round,
  Whose low-toned airs stole by with sighing sound, …

  Amelia Walstien Carpenter

• Old Flemish Lace

  A long, rich breadth of Holland lace,
  A window by a Flemish sea;
  Huge men go by with mighty pace,— …

  Amelia Walstien Carpenter

• Believe and Take Heart

  What can console for a dead world?
  We tread on dust which once was life;
  To nothingness all things are hurled: …

  John Lancaster Spalding

• The Starry Host

  The countless stars, which to our human eye
  Are fixed and steadfast, each in proper place,
  Forever bound to changeless points in space, …

  John Lancaster Spalding

• Forepledged

  O woman, let thy heart not cleave
  To any poet’s soul;
  For he the muse will never leave, …

  John Lancaster Spalding

• From "God and the Soul"

  Nature and THE CHILD
  FOR many blessings I to God upraise
  A thankful heart; the life He gives is fair …

  John Lancaster Spalding

• The Reed

  Beneath the Memnonian shadows of Memphis, it rose from the slime,
  A reed of the river, self-hid, as though shunning the curse of its crime,
  And it shook as it measured in whispers the lapses of tide and of time. …

  Henry Bernard Carpenter

• Medusa

  One calm and cloudless winter night,
  Under a moonless sky,
  Whence I had seen the gracious light …

  Robert Kelley Weeks

• A Song for Lexington

  The spring came earlier on
  Than usual that year;
  The shadiest snow was gone, …

  Robert Kelley Weeks

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