Sonnet — to Science, by Edgar Allan Poe
Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
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Vulture Poems
Voluntaries, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Low and mournful be the strain,
Haugh...
Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Silenus, by Virgil
First breathed my Muse the Syracusan strain,
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The Last Redoubt, by Alfred Austin
I KACELVEVO'S slope still felt
The cannon's b...
Arizona, by Elise Pumpelly Cabot
PART I: ARIZONA I MAN above himself looks dow...
Peace and Love, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There are two angels, messengers of light,
B...
Love of Money, by Hannah Flagg Gould
Alas! She is a tyrant queen--
She fills the wo...
Grizzly-Bear Hunting, by Isaac McLellan
'Mid scenes magnificently grand
In forest-grou...
A Spring Morning, by Jean Lahor
THE crimson morning dazzled me mine eyes,
Thi...
Love, by S. Moore
There is a love of heat intense,
Which like a...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
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