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• Ariana

  Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight
  Like fair Aurora chasing mists away,
  Our ocean billows, and thy western height …

  Franklin Benjamin Sanborn

• At Chappaqua

  His cherished woods are mute. The stream glides down
  The hill as when I knew it years ago;
  The dark, pine arbor with its priestly gown …

  Joel Benton

• The Scarlet Tanager

  A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack
  In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings;
  Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings, …

  Joel Benton

• Sea-Birds

  O lonesome sea-gull, floating far
  Over the ocean’s icy waste,
  Aimless and wide thy wanderings are, …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• My Dearling

  My dearling!—thus, in days long fled,
  In spite of creed and court and queen,
  King Henry wrote to Anne Boleyn,— …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• The Last Landlord

  You who dread the cares and labors
  Of the tenant’s annual quest,
  You who long for peace and rest, …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• In a Garret

  This realm is sacred to the silent past;
  Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare
  Of dust and dreams; the years are long since last …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• Rock Me to Sleep

  Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
  Make me a child again just for to-night!
  Mother, come back from the echoless shore, …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• Embryo

  I feel a poem in my heart to-night,
  A still thing growing,—
  As if the darkness to the outer light …

  Mary Ashley Townsend

• A Georgia Volunteer

  Far up the lonely mountain-side
  My wandering footsteps led;
  The moss lay thick beneath my feet, …

  Mary Ashley Townsend

• Music and Memory

  Enchantress, touch no more that strain!
  I know not what it may contain,
  But in my breast such mood it wakes …

  John Albee

• A Soldier's Grave

  Break not his sweet repose—
  Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground,
  The sacred yard his ashes close, …

  John Albee

• Landor

  Come, walter Savage Landor, come this way;
  Step through the lintel low, with prose or verse,
  Tallest of latter men; the early star …

  John Albee

• Bos'n Hill

  The wind blows wild on Bos’n Hill,
  Far off is heard the ocean’s rote;
  Low overhead the gulls scream shrill, …

  John Albee

• Dandelions

  Now dandelions in the short, new grass,
  Through all their rapid stages daily pass;
  No bee yet visits them; each has its place, …

  John Albee

• Song from a Drama

  Thou art mine, thou hast given thy word;
  Close, close in my arms thou art clinging;
  Alone for my ear thou art singing …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• The Discoverer

  i have a little kinsman
  Whose earthly summers are but three,
  And yet a voyager is he …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Pan in Wall Street

  Just where the Treasury’s marble front
  Looks over Wall Street’s mingled nations;
  Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Kearny at Seven Pines

  So that soldierly legend is still on its journey,—
  That story of Kearny who knew not to yield!
  ’T was the day when with Jameson, fierce Berry, and Birney, …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• The Hand of Lincoln

  Look on this cast, and know the hand
  That bore a nation in its hold:
  From this mute witness understand …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

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