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• To St - Mary Magdalen by Benjamin Dionysius Hill

  Mid the white spouses of the Sacred Heart,
  After its queen, the nearest, dearest thou:
  Yet the aureola around thy brow …

• Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

  “now i lay me down to sleep:
  I pray the Lord my soul to keep,”
  Was my childhood’s early prayer …

  Eugene Henry Pullen

• One Saturday

  I never had a happier time,
  And I am forty-three,
  Than one midsummer afternoon, …

  Annie Douglas Robinson

• My Laddie's Hounds

  they are my laddie’s hounds
  That rin the wood at brak o’ day.
  Wha is it taks them hence? Can ony say …

  Marguerite Elizabeth Easter

• The Children

  When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
  And the school for the day is dismissed,
  The little ones gather around me, …

  Charles Monroe Dickinson

• The Doves of Venice

  As the Transatlantic tourists
  Have been rowed on the Lagoon,
  They have mourned its ancient glories, …

  Laurence Hutton

• Mother Goose Sonnets - Morgridge

  Jack and JILL
  AH, Jack it was, and with him little Jill,
  Of the same age and size, a neighbor’s daughter, …

  Harriet S

• A Threnody

  What, what, what,
  What ’s the news from Swat?
  Sad news, …

  George Thomas Lanigan

• The Celestial Passion

  O white and midnight sky! O starry bath!
  Wash me in thy pure, heavenly, crystal flood;
  Cleanse me, ye stars, from earthly soil and scath; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• I Count My Time

  I count my time by times that I meet thee;
  These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons,
  And nights; these my old moons and my new moons. …

  Times That I Meet Thee

• On the Life-Mask of Abraham Lincoln

  This bronze doth keep the very form and mould
  Of our great martyr’s face. Yes, this is he:
  That brow all wisdom, all benignity; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Evening in Tyringham Valley

  What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire
  Are builded in yon spacious realms of light
  All silently, as did the walls aspire …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Sherman

  Glory and honor and fame and everlasting laudation
  For our captains who loved not war, but fought for the life of the nation;
  Who knew that, in all the land, one slave meant strife, not peace; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Hast Thou Heard the Nightingale?

  Yes, i have heard the nightingale.
  As in dark woods I wandered,
  And dreamed and pondered, …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• The Cello

  When late I heard the trembling cello play,
  In every face I read sad memories
  That from dark, secret chambers where they lay …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Ah, Be Not False

  Ah, be not false, sweet Splendor!
  Be true, be good;
  Be wise as thou art tender; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Of One Who Neither Sees Nor Hears

  She lives in light, not shadow;
  Not silence, but the sound
  Which thrills the stars of heaven …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• The Birds of Bethlehem

  I heard the bells of Bethlehem ring—
  Their voice was sweeter than the priests’;
  I heard the birds of Bethlehem sing …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Noel

  Star-dust and vaporous light,—
  The mist of worlds unborn,—
  A shuddering in the awful night …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• The Song of a Heathen

  If jesus Christ is a man,—
  And only a man,—I say
  That of all mankind I cleave to him, …

  Richard Watson Gilder

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