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• The Kearsarge

  in the gloomy ocean bed
  Dwelt a formless thing, and said,
  In the dim and countless eons long ago, …

  James Jeffrey Roche

• Andromeda

  They chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone;
  The beast begot of sea and slime had marked her for his own;
  The callous world beheld the wrong, and left her there alone. …

  James Jeffrey Roche

• My Comrade

  The love of man and woman is as fire,
  To warm, to light, but surely to consume
  And self-consuming die. There is no room …

  James Jeffrey Roche

• The Skeleton at the Feast

  We summoned not the Silent Guest,
  And no man spake his name;
  By lips unseen our Cup was pressed, …

  James Jeffrey Roche

• The Death of Azron

  He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench,
  And, kneeling on one knee before one more
  Pale page of uncarved marble, murmured fast, …

  Alice Wellington Rollins

• Many Things Thou Hast Given Me, Dear Heart

  Many things thou hast given me, dear heart;
  But one thing thou hast taken: that high dream
  Of heaven as of a country that should seem …

  Alice Wellington Rollins

• Vita Benefica

  On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose;
  No pain,—delicious weariness instead;
  Sweet silence broods around the quiet bed, …

  Alice Wellington Rollins

• The Blazing Heart

  who are ye, spirits, that stand
  In the outer gloom,
  Each with a blazing heart in hand, …

  Alice Williams Brotherton

• My Enemy

  I
  my foe was dark, and stern, and grim,
  I lived my life in fear of him. …

  Alice Williams Brotherton

• With a Spray of Apple Blossoms

  The promise of these fragrant flowers,
  The fruit that ’neath these blossoms lies
  Once hung, they say, in Eden’s bowers, …

  Walter Learned

• The Last Reservation

  Sullen and dull, in the September day,
  On the bank of the river,
  They waited the boat that should bear them away …

  Walter Learned

• On the Fly-Leaf of Manon Lescaut

  To you, whose temperate pulses flow
  With measured beat, serene and slow,
  The even tenor of whose way …

  Walter Learned

• In Explanation

  Her lips were so near
  That—what else could I do?
  You ’ll be angry, I fear, …

  Walter Learned

• To Critics

  When i was seventeen I heard
  From each censorious tongue,
  “I ’d not do that if I were you; …

  Walter Learned

• Posthumous

  Put them in print?
  Make one more dint
  In the ages’ furrowed rock? No, no! …

  Henry Augustin Beers

• On a Miniature

  Thine old-world eyes—each one a violet
  Big as the baby rose that is thy mouth—
  Set me a-dreaming. Have our eyes not met …

  Henry Augustin Beers

• Biftek Aux Champignons

  Mimi, do you remember—
  Don’t get behind your fan—
  That morning in September …

  Henry Augustin Beers

• Ecce in Deserto

  The wilderness a secret keeps
  Upon whose guess I go:
  Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard; …

  Henry Augustin Beers

• The Singer of One Song

  He sang one song and died—no more but that:
  A single song and carelessly complete.
  He would not bind and thresh his chance-grown wheat, …

  Henry Augustin Beers

• Duality

  Within me are two souls that pity each
  The other for the ends they seek, yet smile
  Forgiveness, as two friends that love the while …

  Arthur Sherburne Hardy

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