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The Hand of Lincoln |
Edmund Clarence Stedman |
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English |
Look on this cast, and know the hand
That bore a nation in its hold:
From this mute witness understand
What Lincoln was,—how large of mould
The man who sped the woodman’s team,
And deepest sunk the ploughman’s share,
And pushed the laden... |
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The Handsel Ring |
George Houghton |
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English |
“here, o lily-white lady mine,
Here by thy warrior sire’s own shrine,
Handsel I thee by this golden sign,
This sunshiny thing.”
Weeping she reached her hand so slim,
Smiled, though her eyes were wet and dim,
Saying: “I swear, by Heaven, by... |
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The Happiest Heart |
John Vance Cheney |
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English |
Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.
The rust will find the sword of fame,
The dust will hide the crown;
Ay, none shall nail so high his name
Time will not... |
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The Happiest Heart |
John Vance Cheney |
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English |
Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.
The rust will find the sword of fame,
The dust will hide the crown;
Ay, none shall nail so high his name
Time will not... |
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The Happy Heart |
Thomas Dekker |
1595 |
English |
From “Patient Grissell,” Act I. Sc. 1.
ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
O punishment!
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
To add to golden numbers, golden... |
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The Happy Hour |
Mary Frances Butts |
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English |
The Busy day is over,
The household work is done;
The cares that fret the morning
Have faded with the sun;
And in the tender twilight,
I sit in happy rest,
With my precious rosy baby
Asleep upon my breast.
White lids with silken... |
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The Happy Mother |
Alexander Laing |
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English |
An’ O! may I never live single again,
I wish I may never live single again;
I hae a gudeman, an’ a hame o’ my ain,
An’ O! may I never live single again.
I ’ve twa bonnie bairnies, the fairest of a’,
They cheer up my heart when their daddie’s awa’;
... |
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The Harlequin of Dreams |
Sidney Lanier |
1862 |
English |
Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found,
Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep,
Thou, giant Harlequin of Dreams, dost leap
Upon my spirit’s stage. Then Sight and Sound,
Then Space and Time, then Language, Mete and Bound,
And all familiar... |
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The harm of Years is on him — |
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English |
The harm of Years is on him —
The infamy of Time —
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.
Forget his Morning Forces —
The Glory of Decay
Is a minuter Pageant
Than least... |
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The Haunted Palace |
Edgar Allan Poe |
1829 |
English |
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
It stood there;
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair. ... |
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The Haunted Palace |
Edgar Allan Poe |
1829 |
English |
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
It stood there;
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair. ... |
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The Haunted Palace |
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The Haunts of the Halcyon |
Charles Henry Luders |
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English |
To stand within a gently gliding boat,
Urged by a noiseless paddle at the stern,
Whipping the crystal mirror of the fern
In fairy bays where water-lilies float;
To hear your reel’s whirr echoed by the throat
Of a wild mocking-bird, or round some turn... |
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The healed Heart shows its shallow scar |
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English |
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
With confidential moan —
Not mended by Mortality
Are Fabrics truly torn —
To go its convalescent way
So shameless is to see
More genuine were Perfidy
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The Heart asks Pleasure — first — |
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English |
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain ;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering ;
And then, to go to sleep ;... |
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The Heart has many Doors — |
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English |
The Heart has many Doors —
I can but knock —
For any sweet "Come in"
Impelled to hark —
Not saddened by repulse,
Repast to me
That somewhere, there exists,
Supremacy —
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The Heart has narrow Banks |
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English |
The Heart has narrow Banks
It measures like the Sea
In mighty — unremitting Bass
And Blue Monotony
Till Hurricane bisect
And as itself discerns
Its insufficient Area
The Heart convulsive... |
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The Heart is the Capital of the Mind — |
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The Heart is the Capital of the Mind —
The Mind is a single State —
The Heart and the Mind together make
A single Continent —
One — is the Population —
Numerous enough —
This ecstatic Nation
... |
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The Heart of the Bruce |
William Edmondstoune Aytoun |
1833 |
English |
It was upon an April morn,
While yet the frost lay hoar,
We heard Lord James’s bugle-horn
Sound by the rocky shore.
Then down we went, a hundred knights,
All in our dark array,
And flung our armor in the ships
That rode within the... |
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The Heart's Summer |
Epes Sargent |
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English |
The cold blast at the casement beats;
The window-panes are white;
The snow whirls through the empty streets;
It is a dreary night!
Sit down, old friend, the wine-cups wait;
Fill to o’erflowing, fill!
Though winter howleth at the gate,... |
