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• Gifts

  “o World-god, give me Wealth!” the Egyptian cried.
  His prayer was granted. High as heaven behold
  Palace and Pyramid; the brimming tide …

  Emma Lazarus

• England

  From “The Timepiece”: “The Task,” Book. II.
  ENGLAND, with all thy faults, I love thee still,—
  My country! and, while yet a nook is left …

  William Cowper

• Echo

  I Asked of Echo, t’ other day,
  (Whose words are few and often funny,)
  What to a novice she could say …

  John Godfrey Saxe

• The Sea

  She was rich and of high degree;
  A poor and unknown artist he.
  “Paint me,” she said, “a view of the sea.” …

  Eva L. Ogden

• Epitaph

  For the Tombstone Erected over the Marquis of Anglesea’s Leg, Lost at Waterloo
  HERE rests, and let no saucy knave
  Presume to sneer and laugh, …

  George Canning

• Jim

  Say there! P’r’aps
  Some on you chaps
  Might know Jim Wild? …

  Bret Harte

• The Society upon the Stanislaus

  I Reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James:
  I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games;
  And I ’ll tell in simple language what I know about the row …

  Bret Harte

• A Conservative

  The Garden beds I wandered by
  One bright and cheerful morn,
  When I found a new-fledged butterfly, …

  Charlotte Perkins Gilman

• My Love

  I Only knew she came and went Lowell.
  Like troutlets in a pool; Hood.
  She was a phantom of delight, Wordsworth. …

  Anonymous

• Motherhood

  She laid it where the sunbeams fall
  Unscanned upon the broken wall.
  Without a tear, without a groan, …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• Auld Robin Gray

  When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
  And a' the warld tae rest are gane,
  The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, …

  Anne Barnard

• The Bait

  COME live with me, and be my love,
  And we will some new pleasures prove
  Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, …

  John Donne

• A Ballad of Trees and the Master

  Into the woods my Master went,
  Clean forspent, forspent.
  Into the woods my Master came, …

  Sidney Lanier

• A Bard's Epitaph

  A Bard's Epitaph
  1786
  Is there a whim-inspired fool, …

  Robert Burns

• The Diverting History of John Gilpin

  John Gilpin was a citizen
  Of credit and renown,
  A train-band captain eke was he, …

  William Cowper

• The Dying Christian to his Soul

  VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
  Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
  Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, …

  Alexander Pope

• The Ecstasy

  WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
  ⁠A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
  The violet's reclining head, …

  Abraham Cowley

• Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

  The next with dirges due in sad array
  Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born.
  Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, …

  Thomas Gray

• Heart! We will forget him!

  Heart! We will forget him!
  You and I — tonight!
  You may forget the warmth he gave — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Heraclitus

  THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
  They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
  I wept as I remember'd how often you and I …

  George Edward Lynch Cotton

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