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• Lament of a Mocking-Bird

  Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird,
  Which through the darkness of my winter days
  Warbling of summer sunshine still was heard; …

  Frances Anne Kemble

• The Widowed Heart

  Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost thee, Isadore!
  Thy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more;
  Thy tender eyes will never more look fondly into mine, …

  Albert Pike

• Dixie

  Southrons, hear your country call you!
  Up, lest worse than death befall you!
  To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie! …

  Albert Pike

• The Higher Good

  Father, i will not ask for wealth or fame,
  Though once they would have joyed my carnal sense:
  I shudder not to bear a hated name, …

  Theodore Parker

• Jesus

  Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine
  Which Time has blazoned on his mighty scroll;
  No wreaths nor garlands ever did entwine …

  Theodore Parker

• To the Boy

  Thou happiest thing alive,
  Anomaly of earth!
  If sound thy lineage give, …

  Elizabeth Clementine Kinney

• The Quakeress Bride

  No, not in the halls of the noble and proud,
  Where Fashion assembles her glittering crowd,
  Where all is in beauty and splendor arrayed, …

  Elizabeth Clementine Kinney

• The Blind Psalmist

  He sang the airs of olden times
  In soft, low tones to sacred rhymes,
  Devotional, but quaint; …

  Elizabeth Clementine Kinney

• A Dream

  ’t was summer, and the spot a cool retreat—
  Where curious eyes came not, nor footstep rude
  Disturbed the lovers’ chosen solitude: …

  Elizabeth Clementine Kinney

• Moonlight in Italy

  There ’s not a breath the dewy leaves to stir;
  There ’s not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky;
  All Nature seems a silent worshipper: …

  Elizabeth Clementine Kinney

• A Dancing Girl

  She comes—the spirit of the dance!
  And but for those large, eloquent eyes,
  Where passion speaks in every glance, …

  Frances Sargent Osgood

• On Sivori's Violin

  A dryad’s home was once the tree
  From which they carved this wondrous toy,
  Who chanted lays of love and glee, …

  Frances Sargent Osgood

• Calumny

  a whisper woke the air,
  A soft, light tone, and low,
  Yet barbed with shame and woe. …

  Frances Sargent Osgood

• On a Dead Poet

  The hand that swept the sounding lyre
  With more than mortal skill,
  The lightning eye, the heart of fire, …

  Frances Sargent Osgood

• The Settler

  His echoing axe the settler swung
  Amid the sea-like solitude,
  And rushing, thundering, down were flung …

  Alfred Billings Street

• The Loon

  Tameless in his stately pride, along the lake of islands,
  Tireless speeds the lonely loon upon his diving track;—
  Emerald and gold emblazon, satin-like, his shoulder, …

  Alfred Billings Street

• The Bobolinks

  When nature had made all her birds,
  With no more cares to think on,
  She gave a rippling laugh, and out …

  Christopher Pearse Cranch

• Stanza from an Early Poem

  Thought is deeper than all speech,
  Feeling deeper than all thought;
  Souls to souls can never teach …

  Christopher Pearse Cranch

• The Pines and the Sea

  Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach,
  Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,
  The long blue level of the ocean shines. …

  Christopher Pearse Cranch

• The Idler

  I idle stand that I may find employ,
  Such as my Master when He comes will give;
  I cannot find in mine own work my joy, …

  Jones Very

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