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• Salem

  Soe, mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne,
  How rides a witche when nighte-winds blowe?
  Folk saye that you are none too goode …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Falstaff's Song

  Where ’s he that died o’ Wednesday?
  What place on earth hath he?
  A tailor’s yard beneath, I wot, …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• The World Well Lost

  That year? Yes, doubtless I remember still,—
  Though why take count of every wind that blows!
  ’T was plain, men said, that Fortune used me ill …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Helen Keller

  mute, sightless visitant,
  From what uncharted world
  Hast voyaged into Life’s rude sea, …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Morgan

  Oh, what a set of Vagabundos,
  Sons of Neptune, sons of Mars,
  Raked from todos otros mundos, …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• On a Great Man Whose Mind Is Clouding

  That sovereign thought obscured? That vision clear
  Dimmed in the shadow of the sable wing,
  And fainter grown the fine interpreting …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Si Jeunesse Savait!

  When the veil from the eyes is lifted
  The seer’s head is gray;
  When the sailor to shore has drifted …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Mors Benefica

  Give me to die unwitting of the day,
  And stricken in Life’s brave heat, with senses clear:
  Not swathed and couched until the lines appear …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Quest

  where broods the Absolute,
  Or shuns our long pursuit
  By fiery utmost pathways out of ken? …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Song of the Palm

  I
  wild is its nature, as it were a token,
  Born of the sunshine, and the stars, and sea; …

  Tracy Robinson

• With a Nantucket Shell

  I send thee a shell from the ocean beach;
  But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech.
  Hold to thine ear, …

  Charles Henry Webb

• March

  The earth seems a desolate mother,—
  Betrayed like the princess of old,
  The ermine stripped from her shoulders, …

  Charles Henry Webb

• Gil, the Toreador

  The queen sat in her balcony,
  The Loveliest of Spain;
  Beneath rode all the chivalry, …

  Charles Henry Webb

• Dum Vivimus Vigilemus

  Turn out more ale, turn up the light;
  I will not go to bed to-night.
  Of all the foes that man should dread …

  Charles Henry Webb

• Indirection

  Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer;
  Rare is the roseburst of dawn, but the secret that clasps it is rarer;
  Sweet the exultance of song, but the strain that precedes it is sweeter; …

  Richard Realf

• The Word

  O earth! thou hast not any wind that blows
  Which is not music; every weed of thine
  Pressed rightly flows in aromatic wine; …

  Richard Realf

• An Old Man's Idyl

  By the waters of Life we sat together,
  Hand in hand in the golden days
  Of the beautiful early summer weather, …

  Richard Realf

• Farewell to Summer

  Summer is fading; the broad leaves that grew
  So freshly green, when June was young, are falling;
  And, all the whisper-haunted forest through, …

  George Arnold

• Beer

  Here,
  with my beer
  I sit, …

  George Arnold

• World Music

  Jubilant the music through the fields a-ringing,—
  Carol, warble, whistle, pipe,—endless ways of singing,
  Oriole, bobolink, melody of thrushes, …

  Frances Louisa Bushnell

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