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• J - B. by Henry Cuyler Bunner

  The actor’s dead, and memory alone
  Recalls the genial magic of his tone;
  Marble nor canvas nor the printed page …

• To a June Breeze

  Wind of the City Streets,
  Impatient to be free,
  In this dull time of heats …

  Henry Cuyler Bunner

• The Chaperon

  I take my chaperon to the play—
  She thinks she ’s taking me.
  And the gilded youth who owns the box, …

  Henry Cuyler Bunner

• Madam Hickory

  Fit theme for song, the sylvan maid
  Who, if she knew not fauns or satyrs,
  Had conjured oft in mossy shade …

  Wilbur Larremore

• Blossom Time

  Spring came with tiny lances thrusting,
  And earth was clad in peeping green;
  In russet bark, the twigs incrusting, …

  Wilbur Larremore

• Her Shadow

  Still as I move thou movest,
  Sister of mine, silent and left of the light.
  Why dost thou follow my way …

  Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

• Alicia's Bonnet

  Last night Alicia wore a Tuscan bonnet,
  And many humming-birds were fastened on it.
  I sat beside Alicia at the play; …

  Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

• Love and Poverty

  One sat within a hung and lighted room—
  A little shape, with face between his wings,
  And in the light made of all golden things …

  Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

• Derelict

  She wanders up and down the main
  Without a master, nowhere bound;
  The currents turn her round and round, …

  Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

• The Sea-Weed

  The flying sea-bird mocked the floating dulse:
  “Poor wandering water-weed, where dost thou go,
  Astray upon the ocean’s restless pulse?” …

  Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen

• The Seeker in the Marshes

  Thanksgiving to the gods!
  Shaken and shivering in the autumn rains,
  With clay feet clinging to the weary sods, …

  Daniel Lewis Dawson

• The Last Fight

  That night I think that no one slept;
  No bells were struck, no whistle blew,
  And when the watch was changed I crept …

  Lewis Frank Tooker

• His Quest

  What seek’st thou at this madman’s pace?
  “I seek my love’s new dwelling place:
  Her house is dark, her doors are wide, …

  Lewis Frank Tooker

• Kree

  my boy Kree?
  He played wid you when you was a chile?
  You an’ he …

  Armistead Churchill Gordon

• Roses of Memory

  A rose’s crimson stain,
  A rose’s stainless white,
  Fitly become the immortal slain …

  Armistead Churchill Gordon

• A Girl of Pompeii

  A public haunt they found her in:
  She lay asleep, a lovely child;
  The only thing left undefiled …

  Edward Sanford Martin

• A Little Brother of the Rich

  To put new shingles on old roofs;
  To give old women wadded skirts;
  To treat premonitory coughs …

  Edward Sanford Martin

• Egotism

  Without him still this whirling earth
  Might spin its course around the sun,
  And death still dog the heels of birth, …

  Edward Sanford Martin

• Lydia

  Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town,
  And bid your yards be gay
  Up all your gusty streets and down, …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

• Telling the Bees

  Bathsheba came out to the sun,
  Out to our wallëd cherry-trees;
  The tears adown her cheek did run, …

  Lizette Woodworth Reese

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