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The wreath that star-crowned Shelley gave / Is lying on thy Roman grave, …
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Come, dear old comrade, you and I / Will steal an hour from days gone by, …
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[March 25, 1861, South Carolina having adopted the Ordinance of Secession] / SHE has gone,—she has left us in passion and pride— …
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If all the trees in all the woods were men; / And each and every blade of grass a pen; …
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When, stricken by the freezing blast, / A nation’s living pillars fall, …
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A crazy bookcase, placed before / A low-price dealer’s open door; …
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As on the gauzy wings of fancy flying / From some far orb I track our watery sphere, …
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O love Divine, that stooped to share / Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, …
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Ah, clemence! when I saw thee last / Trip down the Rue de Seine, …
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With Slight Alterations by a Teetotaller / COME! fill a fresh bumper,—for why should we go …
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Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! / Long has it waved on high, …
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This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, / Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas chimes; …
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From “This Is It” / RUDOLPH, professor of the headsman’s trade, …
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From “Poems of the Class of ’Twenty-nine” / [Harvard] …
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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, / Sails the unshadowed main,— …
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I wrote some lines once on a time / In wondrous merry mood, …
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I saw him once before, / As he passed by the door, …
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Not in the world of light alone, / Where God has built his blazing throne, …
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O For one hour of youthful joy! / Give back my twentieth spring! …
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Or, The Deacon’s Masterpiece / A Logical Story …
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Clear the brown path to meet his coulter’s gleam! / Lo! on he comes, behind his smoking team, …
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Friends of the Muse, to you of right belong / The first staid footsteps of my square-toed song; …
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We count the broken lyres that rest / Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, …
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I Love to hear thine earnest voice, / Wherever thou art hid, …
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Her hands are cold; her face is white; / No more her pulses come and go; …