To My Books, by André Spire
YOU, you have given me my noblest pleasures,
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Seal Poems
Corsica, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Hail, generous Corsica! Unconquered isle!
The...
The Soldier's Funeral, by Anne S. Bushby
Heard ye the sound of the muffled drum
And the...
Clair de Lune, by Arthur Symons
In the moonlit room your face,
Moonlight-colo...
Laus Mortis, by Arthur Symons
I bring to thee, for love, white roses, deli...
Love's Secret, by Arthur Symons
As a most happy mother feels the stir
Of that ...
The New Year's Wreath, by C. B. Langston
Hail thou unfledged! Thou nestling of an hour!
...
To the Lips, by C. B. Langston
Ye beauteous lips! Ye fair but wily twins!
Par...
Where Is Beauty?, by C. B. Langston
Ask me where beauty is, I'll say
'Tis in swee...
Death the Consecrator, by Caroline Spencer
O Death, the Consecrator!
Nothing so sanctifi...
Our Dead, by Caroline Spencer
Not where willow branches wave,
Lay them in n...
Marah, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
A year ago the moon, as now,
Crossed the sea...
Living: After a Death, by Dinah Craik
LIVE!
(Thus seems it we should say to our belo...
The Naturalist, by Edith Matilda Thomas
He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
One Hour After Death, by Eliza Allen Starr
For Mrs. W. H. November 15, 1857. O I could e...
Beyond, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to t...
Atlantis: Part I, by Frederick Tennyson
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
War, by George Sterling
The night was on the world, and in my sleep
I...
Hymn to the Sun, by Harvey Rice
Great sire of life, and source of light,
Tho...
Maidenhood, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Maiden! With the meek, brown eyes,
In whose ...
Stonewall Jackson, by Herman Melville
Mortally wounded at Chancellorsville
--May, 1...
The Antiquary's Armory, by Isaac McLellan
WEAPONS OF WAR AND CHASE They hang on the carv...
The Last Night of the Year, by Isaac McLellan
Now the good old Year is dead and gone
To the ...
To His Mistress Going to Bed, by John Donne
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, ...
Pennsylvania, by John Greenleaf Whittier
Never in tender quiet lapsed the day
From Penn...