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• The New World

  The night that has no star lit up by God,
  The day that round men shines who still are blind,
  The earth their grave-turned feet for ages trod, …

  Jones Very

• The Old Road

  The road is left that once was trod
  By man and heavy-laden beast;
  And new ways opened, iron-shod, …

  Jones Very

• Yourself

  ’t is to yourself I speak; you cannot know
  Him whom I call in speaking such a one,
  For you beneath the earth lie buried low, …

  Jones Very

• The Dead

  I see them,—crowd on crowd they walk the earth,
  Dry leafless trees no autumn wind laid bare;
  And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, …

  Jones Very

• The Gifts of God

  The light that fills thy house at morn,
  Thou canst not for thyself retain;
  But all who with thee here are born, …

  Jones Very

• The Fringilla Melodia

  Happy song-sparrow, that on woodland side
  Or by the meadow sits, and ceaseless sings
  His mellow roundelay in russet pride, …

  Henry Beck Hirst

• The Funeral of Time

  Lo! through a shadowy valley
  March with measured step and tread
  A long array of Phantoms wan …

  Henry Beck Hirst

• A Life on the Ocean Wave

  A life on the ocean wave,
  A home on the rolling deep,
  Where the scattered waters rave, …

  Epes Sargent

• The Heart's Summer

  The cold blast at the casement beats;
  The window-panes are white;
  The snow whirls through the empty streets; …

  Epes Sargent

• The Brave Old Ship, the Orient

  Woe for the brave ship Orient!
  Woe for the old ship Orient!
  For in broad, broad light, and with land in sight, …

  Robert Traill Spence Lowell

• The After-Comers

  ex noto fictum carmen…
  …licuit semperque
  licebit signatum præsente nota producere [carmen]. …

  Robert Traill Spence Lowell

• From an "Ode for Decoration Day"

  O gallant brothers of the generous South,
  Foes for a day and brothers for all time!
  I charge you by the memories of our youth, …

  Henry Peterson

• Rinaldo

  Bring me a cup of good red wine
  To drink before I die;
  Though earthly joys I must resign, …

  Henry Peterson

• With Wordsworth at Rydal

  The grass hung wet on Rydal banks,
  The golden day with pearls adorning,
  When side by side with him we walked …

  James Thomas Fields

• Common Sense

  She came among the gathering crowd,
  A maiden fair, without pretence,
  And when they asked her humble name, …

  James Thomas Fields

• Inspiration

  If with light head erect I sing,
  Though all the Muses lend their force,
  From my poor love of anything, …

  Henry David Thoreau

• The Fisher's Boy

  My life is like a stroll upon the beach,
  As near the ocean’s edge as I can go;
  My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach, …

  Henry David Thoreau

• Smoke

  Light-winged smoke! Icarian bird,
  Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight;
  Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, …

  Henry David Thoreau

• Mist

  Low-anchored cloud,
  Newfoundland air,
  Fountain-head and source of rivers, …

  Henry David Thoreau

• My Bird

  Ere last year’s moon had left the sky,
  A birdling sought my Indian nest,
  And folded, O, so lovingly, …

  Emily Chubbuck Judson

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