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• Juanita

  you will come, my bird, Bonita?
  Come! For I by steep and stone
  Have built such nest for you, Juanita, …

  Joaquin Miller

• What Was My Dream?

  What was my dream? Though consciousness be clear,
  I hold no memory of the potent thing,
  Yet feel the force of it—a creeping fear, …

• The General's Death

  The general dashed along the road
  Amid the pelting rain;
  How joyously his bold face glowed …

  Joseph O'Connor

• Blue Hills beneath the Haze

  Blue hills beneath the haze
  That broods o’er distant ways,
  Whether ye may not hold …

  Charles Goodrich Whiting

• The Eagle's Fall

  the eagle, did ye see him fall?—
  Aflight beyond mid-air
  Erewhile his mighty pinions bore him, …

  Charles Goodrich Whiting

• The Way to Heaven

  Heaven is open every day;
  In night also
  He that would wend his upward way …

  Charles Goodrich Whiting

• The Song in the Dell

  i know a way
  Of hearing what the larks and linnets say:
  The larks tell of the sunshine and the sky; …

  Charles Edward Carryl

• Robinson Crusoe

  the night was thick and hazy
  When the Piccadilly Daisy
  Carried down the crew and captain in the sea; …

  Charles Edward Carryl

• Song for "The Jaquerie"

  Betrayal
  the sun has kissed the violet sea,
  And burned the violet to a rose. …

  Sidney Lanier

• Night and Day

  The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
  Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
  O’ Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed! …

  Sidney Lanier

• Song of the Chattahoochee

  out of the hills of Habersham,
  Down the valleys of Hall,
  I hurry amain to reach the plain, …

  Sidney Lanier

• The Marshes of Glynn

  Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
  With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
  Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs,— …

  Sidney Lanier

• The Mocking Bird

  Superb and sole, upon a plumëd spray
  That o’er the general leafage boldly grew,
  He summ’d the woods in song; or typic drew …

  Sidney Lanier

• The Harlequin of Dreams

  Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found,
  Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep,
  Thou, giant Harlequin of Dreams, dost leap …

  Sidney Lanier

• A Ballad of Trees and the Master

  Into the woods my Master went,
  Clean forspent, forspent.
  Into the woods my Master came, …

  Sidney Lanier

• Sunrise

  In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
  Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
  The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep; …

  Sidney Lanier

• My Uninvited Guest

  One day there entered at my chamber door
  A presence whose light footfall on the floor
  No token gave; and, ere I could withstand, …

  May Riley Smith

• Donald

  O white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky,
  Look down upon the whirling world, for thou art up so high,
  And tell me where my Donald is who sailed across the sea, …

  Henry Abbey

• Winter Days

  Now comes the graybeard of the north:
  The forests bare their rugged breasts
  To every wind that wanders forth, …

  Henry Abbey

• In Memory of General Grant

  White wings of commerce sailing far,
  Hot steam that drives the weltering wheel,
  Tamed lightning speeding on the wire, …

  Henry Abbey

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