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• If

  Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup,
  And every one that lives must drink it up;
  And yet between the sparkle at the top …

  William Dean Howells

• Vision

  Within a poor man’s squalid home I stood:
  The one bare chamber, where his work-worn wife
  Above the stove and wash-tub passed her life, …

  William Dean Howells

• Shakespeare

  I wish that I could have my wish to-night,
  For all the fairies should assist my flight
  Back into the abyss of years; …

  Henry Ames Blood

• Emerson

  We took it to the woods, we two,
  The book well worn and brown,
  To read his words where stirring leaves …

  Mary Mapes Dodge

• Christine

  The beauty of the northern dawns,
  Their pure, pale light is thine;
  Yet all the dreams of tropic nights …

  John Hay

• What the Bullet Sang

  O joy of creation
  To be!
  O rapture to fly …

  Francis Bret Harte

• Silence

  Inaudible move day and night,
  And noiseless grows the flower;
  Silent are pulsing wings of light, …

  John Lancaster Spalding

• Silence

  Come, silence, thou sweet reasoner,
  Lay thy soft hand on all that stir—
  On grass and shrub and tree and flower, …

  James Herbert Morse

• Columbus

  Behind him lay the gray Azores,
  Behind the Gates of Hercules;
  Before him not the ghost of shores, …

  Joaquin Miller

• The Stirrup-Cup

  Death, thou ’rt a cordial old and rare:
  Look how compounded, with what care
  Time got his wrinkles reaping thee …

  Sidney Lanier

• The Bride

  “you know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
  I made a second marriage in my house,—
  Divorced old barren Reason from my bed …

  Ambrose Bierce

• A Farewell

  I put thy hand aside, and turn away:
  Why should I blame the slight and fickle heart
  That cannot bravely go, nor boldly stay, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• Sonnets

  An open SECRET
  WOULD the lark sing the sweeter if he knew
  A thousand hearts hung breathless on his lay? …

  Caroline Atherton Mason

• Quatrains

  Time
  time has no flight—’t is we who speed along;
  The days and nights are but the same as when …

  Thomas Stephens Collier

• Ode

  I
  i am the spirit of the morning sea;
  I am the awakening and the glad surprise; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Songs

  I
  not from the whole wide world I chose thee,
  Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea! …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• The Sonnet

  What is a sonnet? ’T is the pearly shell
  That murmurs of the far-off murmuring sea;
  A precious jewel carved most curiously; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• A Child

  Her voice was like the song of birds;
  Her eyes were like the stars;
  Her little waving hands were like …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Absolution

  I
  priest of God, unto thee I come;
  Day doth dawn, though the mist lies deep. …

  Edward Willard Watson

• Walt Whitman

  Darkness and death? Nay, Pioneer, for thee
  The day of deeper vision has begun;
  There is no darkness for the central sun …

  Francis Howard Williams

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