English Poems – Page 87

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• From "What Is the Use?"

  I saw a man, by some accounted wise,
  For some things said and done before their eyes,
  Quite overcast, and, in a restless muse, …

  Erastus Wolcott Ellsworth

• The Mayflower

  Down in the bleak December bay
  The ghostly vessel stands away;
  Her spars and halyards white with ice, …

  Erastus Wolcott Ellsworth

• The Poet's Secret

  The poet’s secret I must know,
  If that will calm my restless mind.
  I hail the seasons as they go, …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• Unreturning

  Now all the flowers that ornament the grass,
  Wherever meadows are and placid brooks,
  Must fall—the “glory of the grass” must fall. …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• In the Still, Star-Lit Night

  in the still, star-lit night,
  By the full fountain and the willow-tree,
  I walked, and not alone— …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• Mercedes

  Under a sultry, yellow sky,
  On the yellow sand I lie;
  The crinkled vapors smite my brain, …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• On the Campagna

  Stop on the Appian Way,
  In the Roman Campagna;
  Stop at my tomb, …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• A Summer Night

  I feel the breath of the summer night,
  Aromatic fire:
  The trees, the vines, the flowers are astir …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• Last Days

  As one who follows a departing friend,
  Destined to cross the great, dividing sea,
  I watch and follow these departing days, …

  Elizabeth Stoddard

• California

  The grecian MUSE, to earth who bore
  Her goblet filled with wine of gold,
  Dispersed the frown that Ages wore …

  Thomas Lake Harris

• Fledglings

  Why should we waste and weep?
  The Summers weave
  A nest of blossoms deep. …

  Thomas Lake Harris

• Sea-Sleep

  sleep, sleep, sleep
  In thy folded waves, O Sea!
  Till the quiet breathings creep, …

  Thomas Lake Harris

• A Ballad of Sir John Franklin

  O, whither sail you, Sir John Franklin?
  Cried a whaler in Baffin’s Bay.
  To know if between the land and the pole …

  George Henry Boker

• The Ferry

  There was a gay maiden lived down by the mill,—
  Ferry me over the ferry,—
  Her hair was as bright as the waves of a rill, …

  George Henry Boker

• To England

  Lear and Cordelia! ’t was an ancient tale
  Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame:
  The times have changed, the moral is the same. …

  George Henry Boker

• To My Lady

  I
  i ’ll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim,
  Walking before some wretch foredoomed to death, …

  George Henry Boker

• Dirge for a Soldier

  Close his eyes; his work is done!
  What to him is friend or foeman,
  Rise of moon, or set of sun, …

  George Henry Boker

• Music in Camp

  Two armies covered hill and plain,
  Where Rappahannock’s waters
  Ran deeply crimsoned with the stain …

  John Randolph Thompson

• Ashby

  To the brave all homage render;
  Weep, ye skies of June!
  With a radiance pure and tender, …

  John Randolph Thompson

• Amy

  This is the pathway where she walked,
  The tender grass pressed by her feet.
  The laurel boughs laced overhead, …

  James Matthew Legare

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