English Poems – Page 85

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• A Sight in Camp in the Day-Break Gray and Dim

  A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
  As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
  As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, …

  Walt Whitman

• After an Interval

  After an interval, reading, here in the midnight,
  With the great stars looking on—all the stars of Orion looking,
  And the silent Pleiades—and the duo looking of Saturn and ruddy Mars; …

  Walt Whitman

• Songs

  Here from the brow of the hill I look,
  Through a lattice of boughs and leaves,
  On the old gray mill with its gambrel roof, …

  Thomas Dunn English

• Ben Bolt

  Don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,—
  Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown,
  Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, …

  Thomas Dunn English

• Daniel Gray

  If i shall ever win the home in heaven
  For whose sweet rest I humbly hope and pray,
  In the great company of the forgiven …

  Josiah Gilbert Holland

• Babyhood

  What is the little one thinking about?
  Very wonderful things, no doubt!
  Unwritten history! …

  Josiah Gilbert Holland

• A Christmas Carol

  there ’s a song in the air!
  There ’s a star in the sky!
  There ’s a mother’s deep prayer …

  Josiah Gilbert Holland

• The College Colonel

  He rides at their head;
  A crutch by his saddle just slants in view,
  One slung arm is in splints you see, …

  Herman Melville

• The Eagle of the Blue

  Aloft he guards the starry folds
  Who is the brother of the star;
  The bird whose joy is in the wind …

  Herman Melville

• Memorials

  Happy are they and charmed in life
  Who through long wars arrive unscarred
  At peace. To such the wreath be given, …

  Herman Melville

• An Uninscribed Monument on One of the Battle-Fields of the Wilderness

  Silence and Solitude may hint
  (Whose home is in yon piny wood)
  What I, though tableted, could never tell— …

  Herman Melville

• Crossing the Tropics

  While now the Pole Star sinks from sight
  The Southern Cross it climbs the sky;
  But losing thee, my love, my light, …

  Herman Melville

• The Enviable Isles

  Through storms you reach them and from storms are free.
  Afar descried, the foremost drear in hue,
  But, nearer, green; and, on the marge, the sea …

  Herman Melville

• On a Bust of Dante

  see, from this counterfeit of him
  Whom Arno shall remember long,
  How stern of lineament, how grim, …

  Thomas William Parsons

• Mary Booth

  What shall we do now, Mary being dead,
  Or say or write that shall express the half?
  What can we do but pillow that fair head, …

  Thomas William Parsons

• Her Epitaph

  The handful here, that once was Mary’s earth,
  Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul,
  That, when she died, all recognized her birth, …

  Thomas William Parsons

• To a Young Girl Dying

  This is Palm Sunday: mindful of the day,
  I bring palm branches, found upon my way:
  But these will wither; thine shall never die,— …

  Thomas William Parsons

• Into the Noiseless Country

  Into the noiseless country Annie went,
  Among the silent people where no sound
  Of wheel or voice or implement—no roar …

  Thomas William Parsons

• Andrew

  Ermine or blazonry, he knew them not,
  Nor cloth of gold, for Duty was his Queen;
  But this he knew,—a soul without a spot, …

  Thomas William Parsons

• Obituary

  Finding francesca full of tears, I said,
  “Tell me thy trouble.” “Oh, my dog is dead!
  Murdered by poison!—no one knows for what— …

  Thomas William Parsons

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