Seal Poems

Seal Poems

To My Books, by André Spire

YOU, you have given me my noblest pleasures,
...

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...