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The Columbiad: Book IV — Joel Barlow	The...	113 views Rate it
Katie — Henry Timrod	It may be through some foreign grace, And unfamiliar charm of face; It may be that across the foam Which bore her from her childhood's home, By some...	113 views Rate it
Minnie Was Stirring — Barbara Peabody Pouliot	Oh it’s that special time of year again Let us all sit around Get out our favorite book to read Umm, it’s nowhere to be found…… Maybe the rabbit ate...	112 views Rate it
The Departure of Summer — Thomas Hood	Summer is gone on swallows' wings, And Earth has buried all her flowers: No more the lark,—the linnet—sings, But Silence sits in faded bowers. There...	112 views Rate it
Wild Bees — John Clare	These children of the sun which summer brings As pastoral minstrels in her merry train Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings And glad the cotters' quiet...	112 views Rate it
Lusty Youth should us ensue — King of England	1 Lusty Youth should us ensue. 2 His merry heart shall sure all rue. 3 For whatsoever they do him tell, 4 It is not for him, we know it...	112 views Rate it
Our Willie — Henry Timrod	'T was merry Christmas when he came, Our little boy beneath the sod; And brighter burned the Christmas flame, And merrier sped the Christmas game, Because...	112 views Rate it
Written On The Day Of My Aunt's Funeral — Charles Lamb	Thou too art dead, ---! very kind Hast thou been to me in my childish days, Thou best good creature. I have not forgot How thou didst love thy Charles,...	112 views Rate it
Matter For Gratitude — Ambrose Bierce	Be pleased, O Lord, to take a people's thanks That Thine avenging sword has spared our ranks- That Thou hast parted from our lips the cup And forced our...	112 views Rate it
Christmas Fancies — Ella Wheeler Wilcox	When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. And etched on vacant places, Are...	111 views Rate it
Filipinos, Remember Us — Edgar Lee Masters	You, if it fall to you to take From us the lamp that Athens gave, Fill it with mercy for our sake, And light us gently to the...	111 views Rate it
His age:dedicated to his peculiar friend,mr john wickes, under the name ofpostumus — Robert Herrick	Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle from the brow; But we must on, As fate does...	110 views Rate it
On St. David's Day — James Clerk Maxwell	To Mrs. E.C....	110 views Rate it
My Only Title — Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	My only title to her grace Is her sad, too silent face; All my right to call her mine The twin tears that on it shine, Tears that tell of griefs long hid...	109 views Rate it
Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration — Percy Bysshe Shelley	I. Corpses are cold in the tomb; Stones on the pavement are dumb; Abortions are dead in the womb, And their mothers look pale—like the death-white shore...	109 views Rate it
The Christmas-Box — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	THIS box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied; The fruits are they of holy Christmas tide, But baked...	109 views Rate it
Girl-Gladness — Zora Bernice May Cross	It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills, And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now, The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills, Will ring...	108 views Rate it
On William Sommers Of Bremhill — William Lisle Bowles	When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs, O aged man! Thy sand is almost run, And many a year, in vain, to meet the sun, Thine eyes have rolled in...	108 views Rate it
Says Mister Doojabs — Ellis Parker Butler	Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my back I strolled along on the streetcar track— (I...	108 views Rate it
At The Feast — Edith Nesbit	EVOLVING, changing, onwards still we press-- We must advance, invent, construct, possess; No matter what a price we have to pay, We must obtain...	108 views Rate it
The country life: — Robert Herrick	TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS...	107 views Rate it
'Twas just this time, last year, I died — Emily Dickinson	'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels...	107 views Rate it
Individuality — Ada Cambridge	Phew! 'T'is a stuffy and a stupid place, This social edifice by Custom wrought - This fenced enclosure wherein all are caught, The great and small, the...	107 views Rate it
William Shakespeare — Satyam Kumar	Will I contrast you with a late spring's day? Thou craftsmanship more beautiful and more mild: Harsh breezes really do shake the sweetheart buds of...	106 views Rate it
From 'Arcades' — John Milton	O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the warbled string. Under the shady roof Of...	106 views Rate it