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Sonnets

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when first I looked into thy glorious eyes,
And saw, with their unearthly beauty pained, …

Sarah Helen Power Whitman
Endymion

The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the landscape green, …

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dante

Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,
With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,
Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, …

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led, …

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Farewell

gone, gone,—sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings, …

John Greenleaf Whittier
America

My country, ’t is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing; …

Samuel Francis Smith
To the Mocking-Bird

Thou glorious mocker of the world! I hear
Thy many voices ringing through the glooms
Of these green solitudes; and all the clear, …

Albert Pike
To Sleep

Come to me, angel of the weary hearted!
Since they my loved ones, breathed upon by thee,
Unto thy realms unreal have departed, …

Frances Sargent Osgood
Song

Your heart is a music-box, dearest!
With exquisite tunes at command,
Of melody sweetest and clearest, …

Frances Sargent Osgood
Watching

Sleep, love, sleep!
The dusty day is done.
Lo! from afar the freshening breezes sweep …

Emily Chubbuck Judson
Requiem

Breathe, trumpets, breathe
Slow notes of saddest wailing,—
Sadly responsive peal, ye muffled drums; …

George Lunt
Dies Irae

Day of wrath, that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes turning. …

Abraham Coles
Song

’t is said that absence conquers love!
But, oh! believe it not;
I ’ve tried, alas! its power to prove, …

Frederick William Thomas
Dirge

Softly!
she is lying
With her lips apart; …

Charles Gamage Eastman
Under the Violets

Under the violets, blue and sweet,
Where low the willow droops and weeps,
Where children tread with timid feet, …

Edward Young
The Poet

Gather all kindreds of this boundless realm
To speak a common tongue in thee! Be thou—
Heart, pulse, and voice, whether pent hate o’erwhelm …

Cornelius Mathews
An Autograph

O’er the wet sands an insect crept
Ages ere man on earth was known—
And patient Time, while Nature slept, …

James Russell Lowell
Cleopatra

Here, charmian, take my bracelets:
They bar with a purple stain
My arms; turn over my pillows— …

William Wetmore Story
Dirge

Room for a soldier! lay him in the clover;
He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover;
Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: …

Thomas William Parsons
To a Lady

My christmas gifts were few: to one
A fan, to keep love’s flame alive,
Since even to the constant sun …

Thomas William Parsons