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The Funeral of Time

Lo! through a shadowy valley
  March with measured step and tread
A long array of Phantoms wan
  And pallid as the dead,—
  The white and waxen dead!
  With a crown on every head,
    And a torch in every hand
      To fright the sheeted...

Poet: Henry Beck Hirst
A Life on the Ocean Wave

A life on the ocean wave,
  A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
  And the winds their revels keep!
Like an eagle caged, I pine
  On this dull, unchanging shore:
Oh! give me the flashing brine,
  The spray and the...

Poet: Epes Sargent
The Heart's Summer

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,...

Poet: Epes Sargent
The Brave Old Ship, the Orient

Woe for the brave ship Orient!
Woe for the old ship Orient!
For in broad, broad light, and with land in sight,
Where the waters bubbled white,
One great sharp shriek! One shudder of affright!—
And—down went the brave old ship, the Orient!

It was...

Poet: Robert Traill Spence Lowell
The After-Comers

        ex noto fictum carmen…
…licuit semperque
licebit signatum præsente nota producere [carmen].
HOR. A. P. 240, 58, 59.
Poet: Robert Traill Spence Lowell
From an "Ode for Decoration Day"

O gallant brothers of the generous South,
  Foes for a day and brothers for all time!
I charge you by the memories of our youth,
  By Yorktown’s field and Montezuma’s clime,
Hold our dead sacred—let them quietly rest
In your unnumbered vales, where God...

Poet: Henry Peterson
Rinaldo

Bring me a cup of good red wine
  To drink before I die;
Though earthly joys I must resign,
  I ’ll breathe no earthly sigh.

I ’ve lived a bold and robber life,
  I ’ve had on earth my way,
For with the gun or with the knife,
  I made...

Poet: Henry Peterson
With Wordsworth at Rydal

The grass hung wet on Rydal banks,
The golden day with pearls adorning,
When side by side with him we walked
To meet midway the summer morning.

The west wind took a softer breath,
The sun himself seemed brighter shining,
As through the porch the...

Poet: James Thomas Fields
Common Sense

She came among the gathering crowd,
A maiden fair, without pretence,
And when they asked her humble name,
She whispered mildly, “Common Sense.”

Her modest garb drew every eye,
Her ample cloak, her shoes of leather;
And, when they sneered, she...

Poet: James Thomas Fields
Inspiration

If with light head erect I sing,
Though all the Muses lend their force,
From my poor love of anything,
The verse is weak and shallow as its source.

But if with bended neck I grope
Listening behind me for my wit,
With faith superior to hope,...

Poet: Henry David Thoreau