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• Kane

  Died February 16, 1857
  ALOFT upon an old basaltic crag,
  Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole, …

  Fitz-James O'Brien

• Adam and Eve

  From “Paradise Lost,” Book IV.
  TWO of far nobler shape, erect and tall,
  Godlike erect, with native honor clad …

  John Milton

• Seven Ages of Man

  From “As You Like It,” Act II. Sc. 7.
  ALL the world ’s a stage,
  And all the men and women merely players: …

  William Shakespeare

• To Ianthe, Sleeping

  From “Queen Mab,” I.
  HOW wonderful is Death!
  Death and his brother Sleep! …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Freedom in Dress

  From “Epicœne; or, the Silent Woman,” Act I. Sc. 1.
  STILL to be neat, still to be drest,
  As you were going to a feast; …

  Ben Jonson

• Cousin Lucrece

  Here where the curfew
  Still, they say, rings,
  Time rested long ago, …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• The Toilet

  From “The Rape of the Lock,” Canto I.
  AND now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed,
  Each silver vase in mystic order laid. …

  Alexander Pope

• On Hearing a little Music-Box

  HALLO!—what?—where, what can it be
  That strikes up so deliciously?
  I never in my life—what? no! …

  Leigh Hunt

• “Those evening bells”

  Those evening bells! those evening bells!
  How many a tale their music tells
  Of youth, and home, and that sweet time …

  Thomas Moore

• City Bells

  From “The Lay of St. Aloy’s”
  LOUD and clear
  From the Saint Nicholas tower, on the listening ear, …

  Richard Harris Barham

• The Cuckoo Clock

  From “The Birthday”
  BUT chief—surpassing all—a cuckoo clock!
  That crowning wonder! miracle of art! …

  Caroline Bowles Southey

• An Etruscan Ring

  I.
  where, girt with orchard and with olive-yard,
  The white hill-fortress glimmers on the hill, …

  John William Mackail

• Leonardo’s “Monna Lisa”

  Make thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair
  Of knowing thee be absolute: I wait
  Hour-long and waste a soul. What word of fate …

  Edward Dowden

• The Hurricane

  LORD of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
  I know thy breath in the burning sky!
  And I wait, with a thrill in every vein, …

  William Cullen Bryant

• The Evening Cloud

  A Cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
  A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;
  Long had I watched the glory moving on …

  John Wilson

• A Still Day in Autumn

  I Love to wander through the woodlands hoary
  In the soft light of an autumnal day,
  When Summer gathers up her robes of glory, …

  Sarah Helen Power Whitman

• The Sunset City

  There ’s a city that lies in the Kingdom of Clouds,
  In the glorious country on high,
  Which an azure and silvery curtain enshrouds, …

  Henry Sylvester Cornwell

• The Nile

  It flows through old, hushed Ægypt and its sands,
  Like some grave, mighty thought threading a dream;
  And times and things, as in that vision, seem …

  Leigh Hunt

• Christmas in India

  Dim dawn behind the tamarisks—the sky is saffron-yellow—
  As the women in the village grind the corn,
  And the parrots seek the river-side, each calling to his fellow …

  Rudyard Kipling

• The Orient

  From “The Bride of Abydos”
  KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
  Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; …

  Lord Byron

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