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• Ahab Mohammed

  A peasant stood before a king and said,
  “My children starve, I come to thee for bread.”
  On cushions soft and silken sat enthroned …

  James Matthew Legare

• To a Lily

  Go bow thy head in gentle spite,
  Thou lily white,
  For she who spies thee waving here, …

  James Matthew Legare

• Ode to a Butterfly

  Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold,
  Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds,
  With Nature’s secrets in thy tints unrolled …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• To Duty

  Light of dim mornings; shield from heat and cold;
  Balm for all ailments; substitute for praise;
  Comrade of those who plod in lonely ways …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• The Snowing of the Pines

  Softer than silence, stiller than still air
  Float down from high pine-boughs the slender leaves.
  The forest floor its annual boon receives …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• Decoration

  Mid the flower-wreathed tombs I stand
  Bearing lilies in my hand.
  Comrades! in what soldier-grave …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• Since Cleopatra Died

  “since cleopatra died!” Long years are past,
  In Antony’s fancy, since the deed was done.
  Love counts its epochs, not from sun to sun, …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made of

  Now all the cloudy shapes that float and lie
  Within this magic globe we call the brain
  Fold quite away, condense, withdraw, refrain, …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• El Capitan-General

  There was a captain-general who ruled in Vera Cruz,
  And what we used to hear of him was always evil news:
  He was a pirate on the sea—a robber on the shore, …

  Charles Godfrey Leland

• The Two Friends

  I have two friends—two glorious friends—two better could not be,
  And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me.
  The first was shot by Carlist thieves—ten years ago in Spain. …

  Charles Godfrey Leland

• Ariel in the Cloven Pine

  Now the frosty stars are gone:
  I have watched them one by one,
  Fading on the shores of Dawn. …

  Bayard Taylor

• Bedouin Song

  From the Desert I come to thee
  On a stallion shod with fire;
  And the winds are left behind …

  Bayard Taylor

• The Quaker Widow

  Thee finds me in the garden, Hannah,—come in! ’T is kind of thee
  To wait until the Friends were gone, who came to comfort me.
  The still and quiet company a peace may give, indeed, …

  Bayard Taylor

• The Song of the Camp

  “give us a song!” the soldiers cried,
  The outer trenches guarding,
  When the heated guns of the camps allied …

  Bayard Taylor

• From "The Sunshine of the Gods"

  Ah, moment not to be purchased,
  Not to be won by prayer,
  Not by toil to be conquered, …

  Bayard Taylor

• To M - T. by Bayard Taylor

  Though thy constant love I share,
  Yet its gift is rarer;
  In my youth I thought thee fair: …

• The Fallow Field

  The sun comes up and the sun goes down;
  The night mist shroudeth the sleeping town;
  But if it be dark or if it be day, …

  Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr

• O Earth! Art Thou Not Weary?

  O earth! art thou not weary of thy graves?
  Dear, patient mother Earth, upon thy breast
  How are they heaped from farthest east to west! …

  Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr

• With a Rose from Conway Castle

  On hoary Conway’s battlemented height,
  O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose!
  Through arch and court the sweet wind wandering goes; …

  Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr

• Two Paths

  A path across a meadow fair and sweet,
  Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet,
  A path worn smooth by his impetuous feet. …

  Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr

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