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The Last Walk In Autumn

I.
O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands
Plead with the leaden heavens in vain,
I see, beyond the valley lands,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Indian Lover. Morning Song.

O'ER flowery fields of waving maize,
The breeze of morning lightly plays;
Arise, my Zumia! let us rove,
The cool and fragrant citron grove!
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Suggested By A Picture Of The Bird Of Paradise

The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,
And a true master of the glowing strain,
Might scan the narrow province with disdain
That to the Painter's skill is here allowed.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
In Rotterdam

I

I gaze upon a city,â??
A city new and strange,â??
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
Prejudice

IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
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Jane Taylor
My Bees: An Allegory

"O bees, sweet bees!" I said, "that nearest field
Is shining white with fragrant immortelles.
Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."
Then, spicy pines the sunny hive to shield,
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Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson
The Song Of The Camp-fire

Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire;
Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine,
Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire,
Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Under The Hunter's Moon

White from her chrysalis of cloud,
The moth-like moon swings upward through the night;
And all the bee-like stars that crowd
The hollow hive of heav'n wane in her light.
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no more that shining hair!
As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee let it fly.
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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace
Birth-night Of The Humming Birds

I.

I'll tell you a Fairy Tale that's new:
How the merry Elves o'er the ocean flew
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Sam G. Goodrich
Song 1

OH! bear me to the groves of palm,
Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm!
And when the noon-tide beams invade,
Then lay me in the embow'ring shade;
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A Little Budding Rose

It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
And shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
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Emily Jane Brontë
Mandalay

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Hymn 76

Christ dwells in heaven, but visits on earth.

SS 6:1-3,12.

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Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts
Heritage

What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
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Countee Cullen
A Song

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
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Thomas Carew

Thomas Carew
Hyperion: Book I

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
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John Keats

John Keats
Robin Hood

to a friend

No! those days are gone away
And their hours are old and gray,
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John Keats

John Keats
Christmas

Christmas is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough
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John Clare

John Clare
Hyperion

BOOK I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
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John Keats

John Keats
A Song Of Delight

Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morning
To pick white crocus â??neath the garden wall,
Or shaken softly the big scented roses
And watched the dew-drops fall?
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Alice Guerin Crist
The Sage And The Woman

‘Twixt ancient Beersheba and Dan
Another such a caravan
Dazed Palestine had never seen
As that which bore Sabea's queen
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
Song

The boat is chafing at our long delay,
And we must leave too soon
The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,
The tawny sands, the moon.
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John Davidson
The Fan : A Poem. Book I.

I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,
With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.
Not the wide fan by Persian dames display'd,
Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful shade;
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John Gay

John Gay
Eclogue The Fourth Agib

SCENE, a Mountain in Circassia TIME, Midnight

In fair Circassia, where, to love inclined,
Each swain was blest, for every maid was kind!
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William Collins
Charleston

Calm as that second summer which precedes
The first fall of the snow,
In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds,
The City bides the foe.
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Henry Timrod
L'allegro

HENCE, loathed Melancholy,
............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born
In Stygian cave forlorn
............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights
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John Milton

John Milton
To The West Wind

O West, how fragrant breathes thy gentle air,
Spikenard and aloes on thy pinions glide.
Thou blow'st from spicy chambers, not from there
Where angry winds and tempests fierce abide.
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Fox's Dingle

Take now a country mood,
Resolve, distil it: â??
Nine Acre swaying alive,
June flowers that fill it,
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Robert Graves

Robert Graves
The Birds

Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God.
~ Luke, xii, 6.

TRIBES of the air! whose favored race
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Sonnet To The Memory Of Miss Maria Linley

So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow'r,
Whose spicy blossoms once perfum'd the gale;
So press'd with tears reclines yon lily pale,
Obedient to the rude and beating show'r.
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Mary Darby Robinson
An Autumnal Extravaganza

With a sweeter voice than birds
Dare to twitter in their sleep,
Pipe for me a tune of words,
Till my dancing fancies leap
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James Whitcomb Riley
Conducted Tour

Walk up! Walk up to the Bureaucratic Fair!
All the tasters and the testers and the tallymen are there.
All the freaks and other fancies of the mighty tax machine.
A unique conglomeration not believed until it's seen.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Sweet William's Farewell To Black-ey'd Susan: A Ballad

1 All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
2 The streamers waving in the wind,
3 When black-ey'd Susan came aboard.
4 Oh! where shall I my true love find!
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John Gay

John Gay
Old Town Types No.15 - Mrs Felix Donnett

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown,
For ten years her husband was mayor of the town;
For ten years she queened it as our local social light;
And 'everything she did, my dear,' was very, very right.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Narva And Mored

Recite the loves of Narva and Mored
The priest of Chalma's triple idol said.
High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung,
Loud on the concave shell the lances rung:
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Thomas Chatterton
The Origin Of The Sail

"Sweet maid! on whom my wishes rest,
My morning thought, my midnight dream,
O grant Lysander's fond request,
And let those eyes with mercy beam!
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Amelia Opie
Of Brussels-it Was Not

Of Brusselsâ??it was notâ??
Of Kidderminster? Nayâ??
The Winds did buy it of the Woodsâ??
Theyâ??sold it unto me
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
A Voluptuary

Who's this that lispeth in the thickening throng
Which crowds to claim distinction in my song?
Fresh from 'the palms and temples of the South,'
The mixed aromas quarrel in his mouth:
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Ambrose Bierce
The Horses

'Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European belligerents.'
WHAT was our share in the sinning,
That we must share the doom?
Sweet was our life's beginning
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Katharine Lee Bates
When Mother Cooked With Wood

I do not quarrel with the gas,
Our modern range is fine,
The ancient stove was doomed to pass
From Time's grim firing line,
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Sonnet Xxix: Farewell, Ye Tow'ring Cedars

Farewell, ye tow'ring Cedars, in whose shade,
Lull'd by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest,
While spicy breezes hover'd o'er my breast
To fan my cheek, in deep'ning tints array'd;
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Mary Darby Robinson
The Swallow

THE gorse is yellow on the heath,
The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,
The oaks are budding; and beneath,
The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath,
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Charlotte Smith
Evening. By A Tailor

Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
Here will I lay me on the velvet grass,
That is like padding to earth�s meagre ribs,
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Winds

When dark November bade the leaves adieu,
And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds,
Methought I saw four winged forms, that flew,
With garments streaming light, amid the clouds;
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William Lisle Bowles
On Winter

When smiling Summer's charms are past,
The voice of music dies;
Then Winter pours his chilling blast
From rough inclement skies.
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George Moses Horton
Lines By A Clerk

OH! I did love her dearly,
And gave her toys and rings,
And I thought she meant sincerely,
When she took my pretty things.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
East Wind. (the Winds)

Shouts, and the noise of war!
Far o'er the land hath been my flight,
O'er many a forest dark as night,
O'er champaigns where the Tartar speeds,
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William Lisle Bowles
Fra Lippo Lippi

I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave!
You need not clap your torches to my face.
Zooks, what's to blame? you think you see a monk!
What, 'tis past midnight, and you go the rounds,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Spanish Romance - Prose

To the Editor of the Knickerbocker.

Sir: I have already given you a legend or two drawn from ancient Spanish sources, and may occasionally give you a few more. I love these old Spanish themes, especially when they have a dash of the Morisco in them, and treat of the times when the Moslems maintained a foot-hold in the peninsula. They have a high, spicy, oriental flavor, not to be found in any other themes that are merely European. In fact, Spain is a country that stands alone in the midst of Europe; severed in habits, manners, and modes of thinking, from all its continental neighbors. It is a romantic country; but its romance has none of the sentimentality of modern European romance: it is chiefly derived from the brilliant regions of the East, and from the high-minded school of Saracenic chivalry.

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Washington Irving