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In vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge, …

James Russell Lowell
In a Copy of Omar Khayyam

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, …

James Russell Lowell
Auf Wiedersehen

The little gate was reached at last,
Half hid in lilacs down the lane;
She pushed it wide, and, as she past, …

James Russell Lowell
Palinode

Still thirteen years: ’t is autumn now
On field and hill, in heart and brain;
The naked trees at evening sough; …

James Russell Lowell
After the Burial

Yes, faith is a goodly anchor;
When skies are sweet as a psalm,
At the bows it lolls so stalwart, …

James Russell Lowell
In the Twilight

Men say the sullen instrument,
That, from the Master’s bow,
With pangs of joy or woe, …

James Russell Lowell
Io Victis

I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,—
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife;
Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim …

William Wetmore Story
Praxiteles and Phryne

A thousand silent years ago,
The twilight faint and pale
Was drawing o’er the sunset glow …

William Wetmore Story
Battle-Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: …

Julia Ward Howe
Our Orders

Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
To deck our girls for gay delights!
The crimson flower of battle blooms, …

Julia Ward Howe
Beginners

How they are provided for upon the earth (appearing at intervals),
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
How they inure to themselves as much as to any, what a paradox appears their age, …

Walt Whitman
Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,
(One, yet of contradictions made) I dedicate to Nationality,
I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!)

Walt Whitman
From "The Song of Myself"

Myself
i celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume, …

Walt Whitman
Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows, …

Walt Whitman
From "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry"

Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemmed Manhattan?
River and sunset and scallop-edged waves of flood-tide?
The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter? …

Walt Whitman
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight, …

Walt Whitman
To the Man-of-War-Bird

Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,
Walking renewed on thy prodigious pinions,
(Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascendedst, …

Walt Whitman
The Dalliance of the Eagles

Skirting the river road (my forenoon walk, my rest),
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together, …

Walt Whitman
Cavalry Crossing a Ford

A line in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun,—hark to the musical clank,
Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop to drink, …

Walt Whitman
Bivouac on a Mountain Side

I see before me now a travelling army halting,
Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high, …

Walt Whitman