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The Coral Grove

Deep in the wave is a coral grove,
Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove,
Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, …

James Gates Percival
New England

Hail to the land whereon we tread,
Our fondest boast!
The sepulchre of mighty dead, …

James Gates Percival
From "Zophiel"

High towered the palace and its massive pile,
Made dubious if of nature or of art,
So wild and so uncouth; yet, all the while, …

Maria Gowen Brooks
The Respite

The banquet-cups, of many a hue and shape,
Bossed o’er with gems, were beautiful to view;
But, for the madness of the vaunted grape, …

Maria Gowen Brooks
Song of Egla

Day in melting purple dying,
Blossoms all around me sighing,
Fragrance from the lilies straying, …

Maria Gowen Brooks
Farewell to Cuba

Adieu, fair isle! I love thy bowers,
I love thy dark-eyed daughters there;
The cool pomegranate’s scarlet flowers …

Maria Gowen Brooks
I Would Not Live Alway

I would not live alway—live alway below!
Oh no, I ’ll not linger when bidden to go:
The days of our pilgrimage granted us here …

William Augustus Muhlenberg
Heaven's Magnificence

Since o’er thy footstool here below
Such radiant gems are strown,
Oh, what magnificence must glow, …

William Augustus Muhlenberg
Mr - Merry's Lament for "Long Tom" by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

thy cruise is over now,
Thou art anchored by the shore,
And never more shalt thou …
The Deep

there ’s beauty in the deep:
The wave is bluer than the sky;
And though the lights shine bright on high, …

John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
Epithalamium

I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged with the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on, …

John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
Evening

Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free, …

George Washington Doane
Robin Redbreast

Sweet robin, I have heard them say
That thou wert there upon the day
The Christ was crowned in cruel scorn …

George Washington Doane
Lament of Anastasius

It was but yesterday, my love, thy little heart beat high,
And I had scorned the warning voice that told me thou must die;
I saw thee move with active bound, with spirits light and free, …

William Bourne Oliver Peabody
Channing

Channing! my Mentor whilst my thought was young,
And I the votary of fair liberty,—
How hung I then upon thy glowing tongue, …

Amos Bronson Alcott
Emerson

Misfortune to have lived not knowing thee!
’T were not high living, nor to noblest end,
Who, dwelling near, learned not sincerity, …

Amos Bronson Alcott
Margaret Fuller

Thou, sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul
Infused the myst’ries thy tongue failed to tell;
Though from thy lips the marvellous accents fell, …

Amos Bronson Alcott
Thoreau

Who nearer Nature’s life would truly come
Must nearest come to him of whom I speak;
He all kinds knew,—the vocal and the dumb; …

Amos Bronson Alcott
Hawthorne

Romancer, far more coy than that coy sex!
Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell,
Ere thy baronial keep the Muse did vex, …

Amos Bronson Alcott
Bartol

Poet of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre
Startles the churches from their slumbers late,
Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire …

Amos Bronson Alcott