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• Twenty Years hence

  Twenty years hence my eyes may grow,
  If not quite dim, yet rather so;
  Yet yours from others they shall know, …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Oxus

  From “Sohrab and Rustum”
  But the majestic river floated on,
  Out of the mist and hum of that low land, …

  Matthew Arnold

• Jessie

  When Jessie comes with her soft breast,
  And yields the golden keys,
  Then is it as if God caress’d …

  Thomas Edward Brown

• Bereaved

  Let me come in where you sit weeping,—ay,
  Let me, who have not any child to die,
  Weep with you for the little one whose love …

  James Whitcomb Riley

• A Gift

  See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
  My words are little jars
  For you to take and put upon a shelf. …

  Amy Lowell

• The Answer

  When I go back to earth
  And all my joyous body
  Puts off the red and white …

  Sara Teasdale

• To Mary

  I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
  And yet thou art not there;
  I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, …

  John Clare

• To ————

  Music, when soft voices die,
  Vibrates in the memory.—
  Odours, when sweet violets sicken, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Prelude

  I saw the constellated matin choir
  Then when they sang together in the dawn,—
  The morning stars of this first rounded day …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Epitaph

  Here—for they could not help but die—
  The daughters of the Rose-Bush lie:
  Here rest, interred without a stone, …

  Philip Freneau

• Song

  Who has robbed the ocean cave,
  To tinge thy lips with coral hue?
  Who from India’s distant wave …

  John Shaw

• Exhortation

  Child of sin and sorrow,
  Filled with dismay,
  Wait not for to-morrow, …

  Thomas Hastings

• Stanzas

  My life is like the summer rose,
  That opens to the morning sky,
  But, ere the shades of evening close, …

  Richard Henry Wilde

• Columbus

  St. stephen’s cloistered hall was proud
  In learning’s pomp that day,
  For there a robed and stately crowd …

  Lydia Huntley Sigourney

• America

  Oh mother of a mighty race,
  Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
  The elder dames, thy haughty peers, …

  William Cullen Bryant

• The Poet

  Thou, who wouldst wear the name
  Of poet mid thy brethren of mankind,
  And clothe in words of flame …

  William Cullen Bryant

• Song

  We break the glass, whose sacred wine
  To some beloved health we drain,
  Lest future pledges, less divine, …

  Edward Coate Pinkney

• New England

  Clime of the brave! the high heart’s home,
  Laved by the wild and stormy sea!
  Thy children, in this far-off land, …

  George Denison Prentice

• Merlin

  Thy trivial harp will never please
  Or fill my craving ear;
  Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Ode

  O tenderly the haughty day
  Fills his blue urn with fire;
  One morn is in the mighty heaven, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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