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• The Cotton Boll

  While i recline
  At ease beneath
  This immemorial pine, …

  Henry Timrod

• Quatorzain

  Most men know love but as a part of life;
  They hide it in some corner of the breast,
  Even from themselves; and only when they rest …

  Henry Timrod

• Charleston

  Calm as that second summer which precedes
  The first fall of the snow,
  In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, …

  Henry Timrod

• At Magnolia Cemetery

  Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
  Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;
  Though yet no marble column craves …

  Henry Timrod

• Aspects of the Pines

  Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky
  They rise, scarce touched by melancholy airs,
  Which stir the fadeless foliage dreamfully, …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• Vicksburg

  For sixty days and upwards,
  A storm of shell and shot
  Rained round us in a flaming shower, …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon

  Between the sunken sun and the new moon,
  I stood in fields through which a rivulet ran
  With scarce perceptible motion, not a span …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• A Storm in the Distance

  I see the cloud-born squadrons of the gale,
  Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest,
  While all the affrighted land grows darkly pale …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• The Rose and Thorn

  She ’s loveliest of the festal throng
  In delicate form and Grecian face,—
  A beautiful, incarnate song, …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet

  A little while (my life is almost set!)
  I fain would pause along the downward way,
  Musing an hour in this sad sunset-ray, …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• In Harbor

  I think it is over, over,
  I think it is over at last:
  Voices of foemen and lover, …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• Adonais

  Shall we meet no more, my love, at the binding of the sheaves,
  In the happy harvest-fields, as the sun sinks low,
  When the orchard paths are dim with the drift of fallen leaves, …

  Will Wallace Harney

• The Stab

  On the road, the lonely road,
  Under the cold white moon,
  Under the ragged trees he strode; …

  Will Wallace Harney

• Coronation

  At the king’s gate the subtle noon
  Wove filmy yellow nets of sun;
  Into the drowsy snare too soon …

  Helen Fiske Jackson

• Morn

  In what a strange bewilderment do we
  Awake each morn from out the brief night’s sleep.
  Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep …

  Helen Fiske Jackson

• Emigravit

  With sails full set, the ship her anchor weighs.
  Strange names shine out beneath her figure head.
  What glad farewells with eager eyes are said! …

  Helen Fiske Jackson

• Poppies in the Wheat

  Along ancona’s hills the shimmering heat,
  A tropic tide of air, with ebb and flow
  Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow …

  Helen Fiske Jackson

• A Last Prayer

  Father, i scarcely dare to pray,
  So clear I see, now it is done,
  That I have wasted half my day, …

  Helen Fiske Jackson

• Habeas Corpus

  My body, eh? Friend Death, how now?
  Why all this tedious pomp of writ?
  Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow …

  Helen Fiske Jackson

• Samuel Hoar

  A year ago how often did I meet
  Under these elms, once more in sober bloom,
  Thy tall, sad figure pacing down the street,— …

  Franklin Benjamin Sanborn

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