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• Like As the Lark

  quale allodetta che in aere si spazia
  Prima cantando, e poi tace, contenta,
  Dell’ ultima dolcezza che la sazia. …

  Thomas William Parsons

• O Ye Sweet Heavens!

  O ye sweet heavens! your silence is to me
  More than all music. With what full delight
  I come down to my dwelling by the sea …

  Thomas William Parsons

• Paradisi Gloria

  “o frate mio! ciascuna e cittadina
  D’ una vera citta”…

  Thomas William Parsons

• From "Worship"

  For them, O God, who only worship Thee
  In fanes whose fretted roofs shut out the heavens,
  Let organs breathe, and chorded psalteries sound: …

  William Wilberforce

• From an "Ode to England"

  Keats
  o gold Hyperion, love-lorn Porphyro,
  Ill-fated! from thine orbëd fire struck back …

  William Wilberforce

• The Brook

  A little blind girl wandering,
  While daylight pales beneath the moon,
  And with a brook meandering, …

  William Wilberforce

• On the Defeat of a Great Man

  Fallen? how fallen? States and empires fall;
  O’er towers and rock-built walls,
  And perished nations, floods to tempests call …

  William Wilberforce

• To Rosina Pico

  Regent of song! who bringest to our shore
  Strains from the passionate land, where shapes of art
  Make music of the wind that passes o’er, …

  William Wilberforce

• From "The River-Fight"

  Would you hear of the River-Fight?
  It was two of a soft spring night;—
  God’s stars looked down on all, …

  Henry Howard Brownell

• The Burial of the Dane

  Blue gulf all around us,
  Blue sky overhead—
  Muster all on the quarter, …

  Henry Howard Brownell

• The Sphinx

  They glare—those stony eyes!
  That in the fierce sun-rays
  Showered from these burning skies, …

  Henry Howard Brownell

• The Bivouac of the Dead

  The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
  The soldier’s last tattoo;
  No more on Life’s parade shall meet …

  Theodore O'Hara

• The Morning-Glory

  We wreathed about our darling’s head
  The morning-glory bright;
  Her little face looked out beneath, …

  Maria White Lowell

• The Closing Scene

  Within his sober realm of leafless trees
  The russet year inhaled the dreamy air;
  Like some tanned reaper in his hour of ease, …

  Thomas Buchanan Read

• Lines to a Blind Girl

  Blind as the song of birds,
  Feeling its way into the heart,
  Or as a thought ere it hath words,— …

  Thomas Buchanan Read

• Drifting

  my soul to-day
  Is far away,
  Sailing the Vesuvian Bay; …

  Thomas Buchanan Read

• A Song for the Asking

  A song! What songs have died
  Upon the earth,
  Voices of love and pride— …

  Francis Orrery Ticknor

• The Virginians of the Valley

  The knightliest of the knightly race
  That, since the days of old,
  Have kept the lamp of chivalry …

  Francis Orrery Ticknor

• Little Giffen

  Out of the focal and foremost fire,
  Out of the hospital walls as dire;
  Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene, …

  Francis Orrery Ticknor

• The City of God

  City of God, how broad and far
  Outspread thy walls sublime!
  The true thy chartered freemen are, …

  Samuel Johnson

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