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The Return of Napoleon from St - Helena by Lydia Huntley Sigourney

Ho! city of the gay!
  Paris! what festal rite
Doth call thy thronging million forth,
  All eager for the sight?
Thy soldiers line the streets
  In fixed and stern array,
With buckled helm and bayonet,
  As on the battle-day.

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Lydia

Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town,
  And bid your yards be gay
Up all your gusty streets and down,
  For Lydia comes to-day!

I hear it on the wharves below;
  And if I buy or sell,
The good folk as they churchward go
  Have only...

Poet: Lizette Woodworth Reese
Lydia

(Études latines, XVII)

Lydia, sur tes roses joues,
Et sur ton col frais et plus blanc
Que le lait, coule étincelant
L'or fluide que tu dénoues.

Le jour qui luit est le meilleur
Oublions l'éternelle tombe.
Laisse tes baisers de colombe
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Poet: Charles-Marie Leconte de Lisle
Sleeping Child (Lydia Sigourney)

SLEEP, dearest, long and sweet,

      With smile upon thy brow,

Thy restless, tottering feet,

      Are surely weary now,

Trotting about all day

      Upon the nursery-floor,

Or happier still to play...

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