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Pos de chantar

© Duke of Aquintane Guilluame IX

Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz,
Farai un vers don sui dolenz:
Mais non serai obedienz,
En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation:

America: From the National Ode, July 4, 1876

© James Bayard Taylor

FORESEEN in the vision of sages,

Foretold when martyrs bled,

Diplomacy

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

TELL your love where the roses blow,

And the hearts of the lilies quiver,

Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men,
The land we sowed,
The hearth that glowed---
O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee?
Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then
The lonely hearts that roam the outer sea?

Pompeii

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.

Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,

Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Pillared arch and sculptured tower

Of Ilium have had their hour;

Within the Alamo

© Karle Wilson Baker

He drew a straight line

Across the dirt floor:

Eve

© Ralph Hodgson

Eve, with her basket, was

Deep in the bells and grass,

The Angel that presided o'er my birth

© William Blake

The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
"Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."

To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis of Villa. (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

These verses also to thy praise the Nine

Oh Manso! happy in that theme design,

The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers

© Herman Melville

He toned the sprightly beam of morning

With twilight meek of tender eve,

The Lover Urges The Better Thrift

© Alice Meynell

Hide then within my heart, O hide
All thou art loth should go from thee.
Be kinder to thyself and me.
My cupful from this river's tide
Shall never reach the long sad sea.

A Morning Exercise

© William Wordsworth

Through border wilds where naked Indians stray,
Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill;
A feathered task-master cries, "WORK AWAY!"
And, in thy iteration, "WHIP POOR WILL!"
Is heard the spirit of a toil-worn slave,
Lashed out of life, not quiet in the grave.

At The Water's Edge

To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow
Two - side by side;
To see the gliding clouds that come and
And mark them glide;

Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief,

© Anonymous

Yankee was a bad man, Yankee was a thief,
Yankee came to my house and stole a side of beef;
I went to Yankee's house, Yankee he had fled,
Caught him on the battle-field, and there I killed him dead.

Olney Hymn 22: Prayer For A Blessing In The Young

Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace;
And let the seed of sacred truth
Fall in a fruitful place.

Achan

I know how it is with the daughter of Jephthah,
(O Ada, my love, and the fairest of women!)
She wails in the time when her heart is so zealous
For God who hath stricken the children of Ammon.