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• The Second Volume

  In the groined alcoves of an ancient tower
  Amid a wealth of treasured tomes I found
  A little book, in choicest vellum bound: …

  Robert Mowry Bell

• On a Greek Vase

  Divinely shapen cup, thy lip
  Unto me seemeth thus to speak:
  “Behold in me the workmanship, …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• To a Rose

  Go, rose, and in her golden hair
  You shall forget the garden soon;
  The sunshine is a captive there …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• On Some Buttercups

  A little way below her chin,
  Caught in her bosom’s snowy hem,
  Some buttercups are fastened in,— …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• The Library

  Give me the room whose every nook
  Is dedicated to a book:
  Two windows will suffice for air …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• The Rose's Cup

  Down in a garden olden,—
  Just where, I do not know,—
  A buttercup all golden …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• The Shadows

  All up and down in shadow-town
  The shadow children go;
  In every street you ’re sure to meet …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• At Midnight

  See, yonder, the belfry tower
  That gleams in the moon’s pale light;
  Or is it a ghostly flower …

  Frank Dempster Sherman

• George Washington

  This was the man God gave us when the hour
  Proclaimed the dawn of Liberty begun;
  Who dared a deed, and died when it was done …

  John Hall Ingham

• A Summer Sanctuary

  I found a yellow flower in the grass,
  A tiny flower with petals like a bell,
  And yet, methought, more than a flower it was,— …

  John Hall Ingham

• Sea and Shore

  Our mother, loved of all thy sons
  So dear, they die, not dying for thee;
  Yet are thy fondest, tenderest ones …

  Harry Lyman Koopman

• John Brown

  The sea-bound landsman, looking back to shore,
  Now learns what land is highest:—not the ring
  Of hills that erewhile shut out everything …

  Harry Lyman Koopman

• The Satirist

  Not mine to draw the cloth-yard shaft
  From straining palm to thrilling ear;
  Then launch it through the monster’s hulk, …

  Harry Lyman Koopman

• Revealed

  Now, on a sudden, I know it, the secret, the secret of life.
  Why, the very green of the grass in the fields with betrayal is rife!
  The whirr of the grasshopper by the wayside proclaims it to all; …

  Harry Lyman Koopman

• At Lincoln

  When i went up the minster tower,
  The minster clock rang out the hour;
  The restless organ far below …

  Oscar Fay Adams

• On a Grave in Christ-Church, Hants

  Turning from Shelley’s sculptured face aside,
  And pacing thoughtfully the silent aisles
  Of the gray church that overlooks the smiles …

  Oscar Fay Adams

• Pioneers

  They rise to mastery of wind and snow;
  They go like soldiers grimly into strife
  To colonize the plain. They plough and sow, …

  Hamlin Garland

• In the Grass

  O to lie in long grasses!
  O to dream of the plain!
  Where the west wind sings as it passes …

  Hamlin Garland

• The Meadow Lark

  A brave little bird that fears not God,
  A voice that breaks from the snow-wet clod
  With prophecy of sunny sod, …

  Hamlin Garland

• The Massasauga

  A cold coiled line of mottled lead,
  He lies where grazing cattle tread,
  And lifts a fanged and spiteful head. …

  Hamlin Garland

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