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• At Shakespeare's Grave

  Dismiss your apprehension, pseudo bard,
  For no one wishes to disturb these stones,
  Nor cares if here or in the outer yard …

  Irving Browne

• Man's Pillow

  A baby lying on his mother’s breast
  Draws life from that sweet fount;
  He takes his rest …

  Irving Browne

• Poetry

  Something more than the lilt of the strain,
  Something more than the touch of the lute;
  For the voice of the minstrel is vain, …

  Lucius Harwood Foote

• On the Heights

  He crawls along the mountain walls,
  From whence the severed river falls;
  Its seething waters writhe and twist, …

  Lucius Harwood Foote

• El Vaquero

  Tinged with the blood of Aztec lands,
  Sphinx-like, the tawny herdsman stands,
  A coiled reata in his hands. …

  Lucius Harwood Foote

• The Derelict

  Unmoored, unmanned, unheeded on the deep—
  Tossed by the restless billow and the breeze,
  It drifts o’er sultry leagues of tropic seas, …

  Lucius Harwood Foote

• God Save the Nation

  Thou who ordainest, for the land’s salvation,
  Famine, and fire, and sword, and lamentation,
  Now unto Thee we lift our supplication,— …

  Theodore Tilton

• Coeur de Lion to Berengaria

  O far-off darling in the South,
  Where grapes are loading down the vine,
  And songs are in the throstle’s mouth, …

  Theodore Tilton

• The Flight from the Convent

  I see the star-lights quiver,
  Like jewels in the river;
  The bank is hid with sedge; …

  Theodore Tilton

• Sir Marmaduke's Musings

  I won a noble fame;
  But, with a sudden frown,
  The people snatched my crown, …

  Theodore Tilton

• A Chrysalis

  My little Mädchen found one day
  A curious something in her play,
  That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed; …

  Mary Emily Bradley

• In Death

  How still the room is! But a while ago
  The sound of sobbing voices vexed my ears,
  And on my face there fell a rain of tears— …

  Mary Emily Bradley

• Beyond Recall

  There was a time when Death and I
  Came face to face together:
  I was but young indeed to die, …

  Mary Emily Bradley

• A Spray of Honeysuckle

  I broke one day a slender stem,
  Thick-set with little golden horns,
  Half bud, half blossom, and a gem— …

  Mary Emily Bradley

• The Beautiful

  The beautiful, which mocked his fond pursuing,
  The poet followed long;
  With passionate purpose the shy shadow wooing, …

  John Aylmer Dorgan

• The Dead Solomon

  King solomon stood in the house of the Lord,
  And the Genii silently wrought around,
  Toiling and moiling without a word, …

  John Aylmer Dorgan

• The School Girl

  From some sweet home, the morning train
  Brings to the city,
  Five days a week, in sun or rain, …

  William Henry Venable

• My Catbird

  Prime cantante!
  Scherzo! Andante!
  Piano, pianissimo! …

  William Henry Venable

• The Modern Romans

  Under the slanting light of the yellow sun of October,
  A “gang of Dagos” were working close by the side of the car track.
  Pausing a moment to catch a note of their liquid Italian, …

  Charles Frederick Johnson

• Then and Now

  To me the earth once seemed to be
  Most beautiful and fair;
  All living creatures were to me, …

  Charles Frederick Johnson

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