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• The Ballad of Oriskany - C. Auringer

  She leaned her cheek upon her hand,
  And looked across the glooming land;
  She saw the wood from farm to farm …

  O

• April - C. Auringer

  Weary at heart with winter yesterday,
  I sought the fields for something green to see,
  Some budded turf or mossbank quietly …

  O

• On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron

  The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green
  Above the spent heart, the Olympian head,
  The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen, …

  Emma Lazarus

• Venus of the Louvre

  Down the long hall she glistens like a star,
  The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone,
  Yet none the less immortal, breathing on. …

  Emma Lazarus

• The Cranes of Ibycus

  There was a man who watched the river flow
  Past the huge town, one gray November day.
  Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play …

  Emma Lazarus

• The Banner of the Jew

  Wake, israel, wake! Recall to-day
  The glorious Maccabean rage,
  The sire heroic, hoary-gray, …

  Emma Lazarus

• The Crowing of the Red Cock

  Across the Eastern sky has glowed
  The flicker of a blood-red dawn;
  Once more the clarion cock has crowed, …

  Emma Lazarus

• The New Ezekiel

  What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
  By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
  Is this the House of Israel, whose pride …

  Emma Lazarus

• My Letter

  From far away, from far away,
  It journeyed swiftly night and day,
  It rested not. With cruel haste …

  Grace Denio Litchfield

• To a Hurt Child

  What, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I;
  Cut to the heart;
  Though I may neither moan nor cry, …

  Grace Denio Litchfield

• My Other Me

  Children, do you ever,
  In walks by land or sea,
  Meet a little maiden …

  Grace Denio Litchfield

• The Andalusian Sereno

  With oaken staff and swinging lantern bright,
  He strolls at midnight when the world is still
  Through dismal lanes and plazas plumed with light, …

  Francis Saltus Saltus

• The Sphinx Speaks

  Carved by a mighty race whose vanished hands
  Formed empires more destructible than I,
  In sultry silence I forever lie, …

  Francis Saltus Saltus

• The Bayadere

  Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges’ tide
  Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned,
  Her agile form in some quaint saraband, …

  Francis Saltus Saltus

• The Ideal

  Toil on, poor muser, to attain that goal
  Where Art conceals its grandest, noblest prize;
  Count every tear that dims your aching eyes, …

  Francis Saltus Saltus

• A Dream of Death

  I died; they wrapped me in a shroud,
  With hollow mourning, far too loud,
  And sighs that were but empty sound, …

  Lucy White Jennison

• Bondage

  “and this is freedom!” cried the serf; “At last
  I tread free soil, the free air blows on me;”
  And, wild to learn the sweets of liberty, …

  Lucy White Jennison

• The Burden of Love

  I bear an unseen burden constantly;
  Waking or sleeping I can never thrust
  The load aside; through summer’s heat and dust …

  Lucy White Jennison

• A Song of Two Angels

  Two angels came through the gate of Heaven.
  (White and soft is a mother’s breast!)
  Stayed them both by the gate of Heaven; …

  Laura Elizabeth Richards

• Where Helen Sits

  Where helen sits, the darkness is so deep,
  No golden sunbeam strikes athwart the gloom;
  No mother’s smile, no glance of loving eyes, …

  Laura Elizabeth Richards

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