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Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 46
Part 46I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good…Walt Whitman: Ashes of Soldiers
Ashes of SoldiersAshes of soldiers South or North, As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought, The war resumes, again to my sense your shapes, And again the advance of the armies.…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Written In Friar's-Carse Hermitage
by Robert Burns The Parting KissThe Poet's ProgressWritten In Friar's-Carse Hermitage On Nithside Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be…Sara Teasedale: Over the Roofs
Over the RoofsIOh chimes set high on the sunny tower Ring on, ring on unendingly, Make all the hours a single hour, For when the dusk begins to flower, The man I love will come to me…The Star-Spangled Banner
—Francis Scott Key, 1814O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,…The Devil's Dictionary: Macrobian
by Ambrose Bierce MACHINATIONMADMACROBIAN -n. One forgotten of the gods and living to a great age. History is abundantly supplied with examples, from Methuselah to Old Parr, but some…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Note on Oedipus Tyrannus, by Mrs. Shelley
by Percy Bysshe Shelley Act 2.Note on Oedipus Tyrannus, by Mrs. Shelley In the brief journal I kept in those days, I find recorded, in August, 1820, Shelley 'begins "Swellfoot the Tyrant…Christina Rossetti: Twilight Calm
Twilight Calm Oh, pleasant eventide! Clouds on the western side Grow grey and greyer hiding the warm sun: The bees and birds, their happy labours done, Seek their close nests and…Willa Sibert Cather: "Grandmither, think not I forget"
"Grandmither, think not I forget"Willa Sibert CatherGrandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town, An' wander the old ways again, an' tread them up and down. I never smell the…Snow-White and Rose-Red
Snow-White and Rose-Red There was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red…