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• “The men behind the guns”

  [The Spanish-American War, 1898]
  A CHEER and salute for the Admiral, and here ’s to the Captain bold,
  And never forget the Commodore’s debt when the deeds of might are told! …

  John Jerome Rooney

• The Bivouac of the Dead

  [Dedication of a monument to Kentucky volunteers, killed at Buena Vista, Mexico]
  THE MUFFLED drum’s sad roll has beat
  The soldier’s last tattoo; …

  Theodore O'Hara

• “How sleep the brave”

  How sleep the brave who sink to rest
  By all their country’s wishes blest!
  When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, …

  William Collins

• The Twa Corbies

  As I was walking all alane,
  I heard two corbies making a mane;
  The tane unto the t’other say, …

  Anonymous

• The Second Mate

  “ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!
  Tell me, what is that far away,—
  There, where over the isle of sand …

  Fitz-James O'Brien

• Woman

  When Eve brought woe to all mankind
  Old Adam called her wo-man;
  But when she wooed with love so kind, …

  Anonymous

• “Love not”

  Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
  Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,—
  Things that are made to fade and fall away …

  Caroline Elizabeth Sarah

• Fair Ines

  O Saw ye not fair Ines? she ’s gone into the west,
  To dazzle when the sun is down, and rob the world of rest;
  She took our daylight with her, the smiles that we love best, …

  Thomas Hood

• The Banks o’ Doon

  Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon,
  How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
  How can ye chant, ye little birds, …

  Robert Burns

• Auld Robin Gray

  When the sheep are in the fauld and the kye a’ at hame,
  When a’ the weary world to sleep are gane,
  The waes o’ my heart fa’ in showers frae my e’e, …

  Lady Anne Lindsay

• Daybreak

  The Lark now leaves his watery nest,
  And climbing shakes his dewy wings,
  He takes your window for the east, …

  Sir William Davenant

• The Portrait

  Give place, ye ladies, and begone,
  Boast not yourselves at all:
  For here at hand approacheth one …

  Thomas Heywood

• To His Mistress

  Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia
  YOU meaner beauties of the night,
  That poorly satisfy our eyes …

  Sir Henry Wotton

• Olivia

  From “Twelfth Night,” Act I. Sc. 5.
  VIOLA.—’T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
  Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on: …

  William Shakespeare

• Sunrise

  As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed,
  I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall,
  The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal— …

  Charles Tennyson Turner

• Nature

  The Bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,
  Because my feet find measure with its call;
  The birds know when the friend they love is nigh, …

  Jones Very

• Napoleon

  From “Childe Harold,” Canto III.
  THERE sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,
  Whose spirit antithetically mixed …

  Lord Byron

• George Washington

  By broad Potomac’s silent shore
  Better than Trajan lowly lies,
  Gilding her green declivities …

  Anonymous

• Abraham Lincoln

  Foully Assassinated April 14, 1865 1
  YOU lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln’s bier,
  You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, …

  Tom Taylor

• “O Captain! my Captain!”

  O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
  The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
  The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, …

  Walt Whitman

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