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• Friend and Lover

  When psyche’s friend becomes her lover,
  How sweetly these conditions blend!
  But, oh, what anguish to discover …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• God Keep You

  God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night:
  The winds are still,
  The moon drops down behind the western hill; …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• The Thanksgiving in Boston Harbor

  “praise ye the Lord!” The psalm to-day
  Still rises on our ears,
  Borne from the hills of Boston Bay …

  Hezekiah Butterworth

• Carmen Bellicosum

  in their ragged regimentals,
  Stood the old Continentals,
  Yielding not, …

  Guy Humphreys McMaster

• At Marshfield

  His way in farming all men knew;
  Way wide, forecasting, free,
  A liberal tilth that made the tiller poor. …

  William Cleaver Wilkinson

• The Cowboy

  “what care I, what cares he,
  What cares the world of the life we know?
  Little they reck of the shadowless plains, …

  John Antrobus

• All Quiet along the Potomac

  “all quiet along the Potomac,” they say,
  “Except now and then a stray picket
  Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, …

  Ethel Lynn Beers

• Sambo's Right to Be Kilt

  Some tell us ’t is a burnin’ shame
  To make the naygers fight;
  An’ that the thrade of bein’ kilt …

  Charles Graham Halpine

• The Band in the Pines

  Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease!
  Cease with your splendid call;
  The living are brave and noble, …

  John Esten Cooke

• The Volunteer

  “at dawn,” he said, “I bid them all farewell,
  To go where bugles call and rifles gleam.”
  And with the restless thought asleep he fell, …

  Elbridge Jefferson Cutler

• Stonewall Jackson

  Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight,
  Nor in the rush upon the vandal foe,
  Did kingly Death, with his resistless might, …

  Henry Lynden Flash

• Roll-Call

  “corporal green!” the Orderly cried;
  “Here!” was the answer loud and clear,
  From the lips of a soldier who stood near,— …

  Nathaniel Graham Shepherd

• Picciola

  It was a Sergeant old and gray,
  Well singed and bronzed from siege and pillage,
  Went tramping in an army’s wake …

  Robert Henry Newell

• Reveille

  The morning is cheery, my boys, arouse!
  The dew shines bright on the chestnut boughs,
  And the sleepy mist on the river lies, …

• Farragut

  Farragut, farragut,
  Old Heart of Oak,
  Daring Dave Farragut, …

  William Tuckey Meredith

• Driving Home the Cows

  Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
  He turned them into the river-lane;
  One after another he let them pass, …

  Kate Putnam Osgood

• Negro Spirituals

  In dat GREAT GITTIN’-UP MORNIN’
  I ’M a gwine to tell you bout de comin’ ob de Saviour,—
  Fare you well, Fare you well, …

  Anonymous

• The Pyxidanthera

  Sweet child of April, I have found thy place
  Of deep retirement. Where the low swamp ferns
  Curl upward from their sheaths, and lichens creep …

  Augusta Cooper Bristol

• Yellow Jessamine

  In tangled wreaths, in clustered gleaming stars,
  In floating, curling sprays,
  The golden flower comes shining through the woods …

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

• The Petrified Fern

  In a valley, centuries ago,
  Grew a little fern-leaf, green and slender,
  Veining delicate and fibres tender; …

  Mary Bolles Branch

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