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• “Forever”

  Forever! ’t is a single word!
  Our rude forefathers deemed it two;
  Can you imagine so absurd …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• Siege of Belgrade

  An Austrian army, awfully arrayed,
  Boldly by battery besieged Belgrade.
  Cossack commanders cannonading come, …

  Anonymous

• Ode to the Human Heart

  Blind Thamyris, and Blind Mæonides, Milton.
  Pursue the triumph and partake the gale! Pope.
  Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees, Shakespeare. …

  Laman Blanchard

• Metrical Feet

  Trochee trips from long to short;
  From long to long in solemn sort
  Slow Spondee stalks; strong foot! yet ill able …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Nocturnal Sketch

  Blank Verse in Rhyme
  EVEN is come; and from the dark Park, hark,
  The signal of the setting sun—one gun! …

  Thomas Hood

• Railroad Rhyme

  Singing through the forests,
  Rattling over ridges;
  Shooting under arches, …

  John Godfrey Saxe

• Physics

  (The Unconscious Poetizing on a Philosopher)
  THERE is no force however great
  Can stretch a cord however fine …

  William Whewell

• The Collegian to His Bride

  From Punch
  Being a Mathematical Madrigal in the Simplest Form
  CHARMER, on a given straight line, …

  Anonymous

• The Lawyer’s Invocation to Spring

  Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays
  Now divers birds are heard to sing,
  And sundry flowers their heads upraise, …

  Henry Howard Brownell

• The Cosmic Egg

  Upon a rock yet uncreate,
  Amid a chaos inchoate,
  An uncreated being sate; …

  Anonymous

• The Hen

  Anonymous translation from the German
  A FAMOUS hen ’s my story’s theme,
  Which ne’er was known to tire …

  Matthias Claudius

• Ode—To the Roc

  O Unhatched Bird, so high preferred,
  As porter of the Pole,
  Of beakless things, who have no wings, …

  William John Courthope

• Disaster

  ’t Was ever thus from childhood’s hour
  My fondest hopes would not decay:
  I never loved a tree or flower …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• Lines Written in an Album

  [A farmer’s daughter, during the rage for albums, handed to the author an old account-book ruled for pounds, shillings, and pence, and requested a contribution.]
  THIS WORLD ’s a scene as dark as Styx, £ s. d.
  Where hope is scarce worth 2 6 …

  Willis Gaylord

• On the Brink

  I Watched her as she stooped to pluck
  A wild flower in her hair to twine;
  And wished that it had been my luck …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• The V-a-s-e

  From the maddening crowd they stand apart,
  The maidens four and the Work of Art;
  And none might tell from sight alone …

  James Jeffrey Roche

• Larks and Nightingales

  Alone I sit at eventide:
  The twilight glory pales,
  And o’er the meadows far and wide …

  Nathan Haskell Dole

• Of Blue China

  There ’s a joy without canker or cark,
  There ’s a pleasure eternally new,
  ’T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark …

  Andrew Lang

• A Riddle

  The Letter “H”
  ’T WAS 1 in heaven pronounced, and ’t was muttered in hell,
  And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; …

  Catherine Fanshawe

• Lines to Miss Florence Huntington

  Sweet maiden of Passamaquoddy,
  Shall we seek for communion of souls
  Where the deep Mississippi meanders, …

  Anonymous

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