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• Emerson

  Concord
  “FARTHER horizons every year.”
  O tossing pines, which surge and wave …

  Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

• Hawthorne

  HARP of New England Song,
  That even in slumber trembled with the touch
  Of poets who like the four winds from thee waken …

  Edmund Clarence Stedman

• Hawthorne

  How beautiful it was, that one bright day
  In the long week of rain!
  Though all its splendor could not chase away …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Longfellow

  In Memoriam
  Nec turpem senectam
  Degere, nec cithara carentem. …

  Austin Dobson

• Chopin

  I.
  a Dream of interlinking hands, of feet
  Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof …

  Emma Lazarus

• Cleopatra

  From “Antony and Cleopatra,” Act II. Sc. 2.
  ENOBARBUS.—The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
  Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; …

  William Shakespeare

• The Bells of Shandon

  Sabbata pango;
  Funera plango;
  Solemnia clango. …

  Francis Sylvester Mahony

• Carillon

  In the ancient town of Bruges,
  In the quaint old Flemish city,
  As the evening shades descended, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Venice

  From “Italy”
  THERE is a glorious City in the Sea.
  The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, …

  Samuel Rogers

• Venice

  From “View from the Euganean Hills”
  ALL is bright and clear and still
  Round the solitary hill. …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• England

  From “The Traveller”
  FIRED at the sound, my genius spreads her wing,
  And flies where Britain courts the western spring; …

  Oliver Goldsmith

• London

  Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
  From west to east the sweet wind carried;
  The sun stood still on Primrose Hill; …

  John Davidson

• The Baron’s Last Banquet

  O’er a low couch the setting sun
  Had thrown its latest ray,
  Where in his last strong agony …

  Albert G. Greene

• England

  From “King John,” Act V. Sc. 7.
  THIS England never did, nor never shall,
  Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,* * * * * …

  William Shakespeare

• Ireland

  they are dying! they are dying! where the golden corn is growing;
  They are dying! they are dying! where the crowded herds are lowing:
  They are gasping for existence where the streams of life are flowing, …

  Denis Florence Mac Carthy

• Ireland

  A Seaside Portrait
  A GREAT, still Shape, alone,
  She sits (her harp has fallen) on the sand, …

  John James Piatt

• After Death

  Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country? Shall mine eyes behold thy glory?
  Or shall the darkness close around them, ere the sun-blaze breaks at last upon thy story?
  When the nations ope for thee their queenly circle, as a sweet new sister hail thee, …

  Frances Isabel Parnell

• America

  O Mother of a mighty race,
  Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
  The elder dames, thy haughty peers, …

  William Cullen Bryant

• America

  my country, ’t is of thee,
  Sweet land of liberty,
  Of thee I sing; …

  Samuel Francis Smith

• “Old Ironsides”

  [On the proposed breaking up of the United States frigate “Constitution”]
  AY, tear her tattered ensign down!
  Long has it waved on high, …

  Oliver Wendell Holmes

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