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• The Clerks

  I Did not think that I should find them there
  When I came back again; but there they stood,
  As in the days they dreamed of when young blood …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• The Pity of the Leaves

  Vengeful across the cold November moors,
  Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak,
  Sad wind that shrieked, and answered with a shriek, …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• The House on the Hill

  They are all gone away,
  The House is shut and still,
  There is nothing more to say. …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• An International Episode

  We were ordered to Samoa from the coast of Panama,
  And for two long months we sailed the unequal sea,
  Till we made the horseshoe harbor with its curving coral bar, …

  Caroline Duer

• A Portrait

  A Man more kindly, in his careless way,
  Than many who profess a higher creed;
  Whose fickle love might change from day to day, …

  Caroline Duer

• A Word to the Wise

  If wisdom’s height is only disenchantment,
  As say the cynics of a certain school,
  And sages grow more sad in their advancement, …

  Caroline Duer

• Helen - U. Valentine

  She sits within the white oak hall,
  Hung with the trophies of the chase—
  Helen, a stately maid and tall, …

  Edward A

• The Spirit of the Wheat - U. Valentine

  Such times as windy moods do stir
  The foamless billows of the wheat,
  I glimpse the floating limbs of her …

  Edward A

• Sinfonia Eroica

  HE comes, the happy warrior,
  The wind has blown him on!
  He is great and terrible and sweet, …

  Alice Archer (Sewall) James

• The Butterfly

  I Am not what I was yesterday,
  God knows my name.
  I am made in a smooth and beautiful way, …

  Alice Archer (Sewall) James

• Processional

  MY love leads the white bulls to sacrifice.
  He is white, and he leans against their folded necks.
  Blue is the sky behind them, and the dust from the highway yellows his ivory limbs. …

  Alice Archer (Sewall) James

• The Peaks

  In the night
  Gray, heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
  And the peaks looked toward God alone. …

  Stephen Crane

• 'Scaped

  Once I knew a fine song,
  —It is true, believe me,—
  It was all of birds, …

  Stephen Crane

• The Black Riders

  Black riders came from the sea.
  There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
  And clash and clash of hoof and heel, …

  Stephen Crane

• Content

  A Youth in apparel that glittered
  Went to walk in a grim forest.
  There he met an assassin …

  Stephen Crane

• Ancestry

  Once I saw mountains angry,
  And ranged in battle-front.
  Against them stood a little man; …

  Stephen Crane

• The Violets

  There was a land where lived no violets.
  A traveller at once demanded: “Why?”
  The people told him: …

  Stephen Crane

• I Explain

  I Explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
  The sweep of each sad lost wave,
  The dwindling boom of the steel thing’s striving, …

  Stephen Crane

• The Arid Lands

  These lands are clothed in burning weather,
  These parched lands pant for God’s cool rain;
  I look away where strike together …

  Herbert Bashford

• By the Pacific

  From this quaint cabin window I can see
  The strange, vague line of ghostly drift-wood, though
  No ray of silver moon or soft star-glow …

  Herbert Bashford

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