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• Immortality

  And do our loves all perish with our frames?
  Do those that took their root and put forth buds,
  And their soft leaves unfolded in the warmth …

  Richard Henry Dana

• The Chanting Cherubs

  whence come ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
  Or from a shining star?
  Ye sure are sent, a blessed boon, …

  Richard Henry Dana

• The Moss supplicateth for the Poet

  Though i am humble, slight me not,
  But love me for the Poet’s sake;
  Forget me not till he ’s forgot, …

  Richard Henry Dana

• Alice Ray

  The birds their love-notes warble
  Among the blossomed trees;
  The flowers are sighing forth their sweets …

  Sarah Josepha Hale

• The Watcher

  The night was dark and fearful,
  The blast swept wailing by;
  A watcher, pale and tearful, …

  Sarah Josepha Hale

• The Demon-Lover

  Scene. the terraced roof of ABSALOM’S house, by night; adorned with vases of flowers, and fragrant shrubs; an awning spread over part of it. TAMAR and HADAD.
  Tam. No, no, I well remember—proofs, you said,
  Unknown to Moses. …

  James Abraham Hillhouse

• A Farewell to America

  Farewell, my more than fatherland!
  Home of my heart and friends, adieu!
  Lingering beside some foreign strand, …

  Richard Henry Wilde

• To the Mocking-Bird

  Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool!
  Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe?
  Thine ever ready notes of ridicule …

  Richard Henry Wilde

• On Snow-Flakes melting on His Lady's Breast

  To kiss my Celia’s fairer breast,
  The snow forsakes its native skies,
  But proving an unwelcome guest, …

  William Martin Johnson

• On the Death of My Son Charles

  My son, thou wast my heart’s delight,
  Thy morn of life was gay and cheery;
  That morn has rushed to sudden night, …

  Daniel Webster

• Private Devotion

  I love to steal awhile away
  From every cumbering care,
  And spend the hours of setting day …

  Phoebe Hinsdale Brown

• Hymn for the Dedication of a Church

  Where ancient forests round us spread,
  Where bends the cataract’s ocean-fall,
  On the lone mountain’s silent head, …

  Andrews Norton

• Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep

  Rocked in the cradle of the deep
  I lay me down in peace to sleep;
  Secure I rest upon the wave, …

  Emma Hart Willard

• The Soul's Defiance

  I said to Sorrow’s awful storm,
  That beat against my breast,
  Rage on—thou may’st destroy this form, …

  Lavinia Stoddard

• A Name in the Sand

  Alone i walked the ocean strand;
  A pearly shell was in my hand:
  I stooped and wrote upon the sand …

  Hannah Flagg Gould

• My Brigantine

  my brigantine!
  Just in thy mould and beauteous in thy form,
  Gentle in roll and buoyant on the surge, …

  James Fenimore Cooper

• The Fugitive Slave's Apostrophe to the North Star

  Star of the North! though night winds drift
  The fleecy drapery of the sky
  Between thy lamp and me, I lift, …

  John Pierpont

• Warren's Address to the American Soldiers

  Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves!
  Will ye give it up to slaves?
  Will ye look for greener graves? …

  John Pierpont

• The Ballot

  A weapon that comes down as still
  As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
  But executes a freeman’s will, …

  John Pierpont

• The Exile at Rest

  His falchion flashed along the Nile;
  His hosts he led through Alpine snows;
  O’er Moscow’s towers, that shook the while, …

  John Pierpont

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