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Though night is always close, complete negation
Ready to drop on wisdom and emotion,
Night from the air or the carnivorous breath,
Still it is right to know the force of death,
And, as you do, persistent, tough in will,
Raise from the excellent the better still.

Sonnet XXII: When Our Two Souls Stand Up

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,

Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

Roman Girl's Song

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Rome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
Thou satst a queen.

The Ol' Tunes

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

YOU kin talk about yer anthems

An' yer arias an' sich,

Sonnet Written On A Fly-Leaf Of "The Rubaiyat" Of Omar Khayyam, The Astronomer-Poet Of Persia.

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHO deems the soul to endless death is thrall,
That no life breathes beyond that moment dire,
When every sense seems lost as outblown fire;

What Do Poets Want With Gold?

© Archibald Lampman

What do poets want with gold,
Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;
Are not crusts and garments old
Better for their souls than these?

The Prologues Of Euripides

© Aristophanes

_AEschylus_--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses
word by word, but if the gods are propitious I'll spoil
all your prologues with a little flask of smelling-salts.

Love-Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

If Death should claim me for her own to-day,

And softly I should falter from your side,

At The Door

© Edgar Albert Guest

He wiped his shoes before his door,

But ere he entered he did more;

Queen Galena, Or The Sultan Betrayed

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

HOLD! let the heartless perjurer go!
Speak not! strike not! he is my foe,
From me, me only, comes the blow--
I will repay him woe for woe;

The Brook

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

BUT yesterday this brook was bright,
And tranquil as the clear moonlight,
That wooes the palms on Orient shores,
But now, it hoarse, dark stream, it pours

Corydon's Supplication To Phyllis

© Nicholas Breton

Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain

May sue to thee for grace,

Heredity

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A soldier of the Cromwell stamp,
With sword and psalm-book by his side,
At home alike in church and camp:
Austere he lived, and smileless died.

The Beautiful Squatter

© Charles Harpur

Where the wandering Barwin delighteth the eye,

Befringed with the myall and golden-bloomed gorse,

The Lovers

The Lovers
will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
tear away the veils of intellect and

On The Death Of Charles Turner Torrey

Woe worth the hour when it is crime
To plead the poor dumb bondman's cause,
When all that makes the heart sublime,
The glorious throbs that conquer time,
Are traitors to our cruel laws!