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The Heroic Age

He speaks not well who doth his time deplore,
Naming it new and little and obscure,
Ignoble and unfit for lofty deeds. …

Richard Watson Gilder
After-Song

Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way
That leads from darkness to the perfect day!
From darkness and from sorrow of the night …

Richard Watson Gilder
From "Wendell Phillips"

What shall we mourn? For the prostrate tree that sheltered the young green wood?
For the fallen cliff that fronted the sea, and guarded the fields from the flood?
For the eagle that died in the tempest, afar from its eyrie’s brood? …
At Best

The faithful helm commands the keel,
From port to port fair breezes blow;
But the ship must sail the convex sea, …

John Boyle O'Reilly
An Art Master

He gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly
Into fine semblances of flies and flowers;
With subtle skill, he even imaged faintly …
A Savage

Dixon, a Choctaw, twenty years of age,
Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl;
Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their rage, …

John Boyle O'Reilly
Mayflower

Thunder our thanks to her—guns, hearts, and lips!
Cheer from the ranks to her,
Shout from the banks to her— …
The Lost Colors

Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood,
Whose front no mortal could assail;
For more than twice three hundred years …

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
The Room's Width

I think if I should cross the room,
Far as fear;
Should stand beside you like a thought— …

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Gloucester Harbor

One shadow glides from the dumb shore,
And one from every silent sail.
One cloud the averted heavens wear, …

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Electra

My love too stately is to be but fair,
Too fair she is for naught but stateliness;
She bids me Nay, and yet a silent Yes …

Francis Howard Williams
The Lion's Cub

The whelp that nipped its mother’s dug in turning from her breast,
And smacked its lusty lips and built its own lair in the West,
Has stretched its limbs and looked about and roared across the sea: …

Maurice Thompson
An Early Bluebird

Leap to the highest height of spring,
And trill thy sweetest note,
Bird of the heavenly plumes and twinkling wing …

Maurice Thompson
Written on a Fly-Leaf of Theocritus

Those were good times, in olden days,
Of which the poet has his dreams,
When gods beset the woodland ways, …

Maurice Thompson
A Flight Shot

We were twin brothers, tall and hale,
Glad wanderers over hill and dale.
We stood within the twilight shade …

Maurice Thompson
A Creole Slave-Song

What bird is that, with voice so sweet,
Sings to the sun from yonder tree?
What girl is that so slim and fleet, …

Maurice Thompson
A Prophecy

Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust,
Who fought, with conscience clear, on either side;
Who bearded Death and thought their cause was just; …

Maurice Thompson
Changelings

the ghosts of flowers went sailing
Through the dreamy autumn air,—
The gossamer wings of the milkweed brown, …

Mary Thacher Higginson
Ghost-Flowers

In shining groups, each stem a pearly ray,
Weird flecks of light within the shadowed wood,
They dwell aloof, a spotless sisterhood. …

Mary Thacher Higginson
Inheritance

We wondered why he always turned aside
When mirth and gladness filled the brimming days:
Who else so fit as he for pleasure’s ways? …

Mary Thacher Higginson