somethingdarker | Jul. 1st, 2012

Jul. 1st, 2012

Thorn vine on the wall - "The Book of Odes: No.46 Thorn Vine on the Wall" transl. by Burton Watson

On a reed you can cross it - "The Book of Odes: No.61 Who Says the River Is Wide?" transl. by Burton Watson

Won't hold a sliver of a boat - "The Book of Odes: No.61 Who Says the River Is Wide?" transl. by Burton Watson

The bindweed blankets the fields - "The Book of Odes: No.124 The Kudzu Spreads Till It Darkens the Brier" transl. by Burton Watson

The kudzu spreads till it darkens - "The Book of Odes: No.124 The Kudzu Spreads Till It Darkens the Brier" transl. by Burton Watson

Thick oaks grow on the mountain - "The Book of Odes: No.132. Swift Is That Falcon" transl. by Burton Watson

Thick cherries on the mountain - "The Book of Odes: No.132. Swift Is That Falcon" transl. by Burton Watson

The ferns are sprouting now - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

No time to kneel or sit - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

Our sad hearts smolder and burn - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

No limit to our border duty - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

Now the ferns have grown tough - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

This journey of ours has no return - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

In the closing months of the year - "The Book of Odes: No.167. We Pick Ferns, We Pick Ferns" transl. by Burton Watson

Brood on a hundred worries - "The Book of Odes: No.206. Don't Walk Beside the Big Carriage" transl. by Burton Watson

The dust will blacken and blind - "The Book of Odes: No.206. Don't Walk Beside the Big Carriage" transl. by Burton Watson

Pitted fruits set forth - "The Book of Odes: No.220. When Guests First Take Their Seats" transl. by Burton Watson

Drink wine in perfect accord - "The Book of Odes: No.220. When Guests First Take Their Seats" transl. by Burton Watson

Host and guest exchange cups - "The Book of Odes: No.220. When Guests First Take Their Seats" transl. by Burton Watson

Earn your cup of reward - "The Book of Odes: No.220. When Guests First Take Their Seats" transl. by Burton Watson

Rounding out the hundred rites - "The Book of Odes: No.220. When Guests First Take Their Seats" transl. by Burton Watson

Spoil the power of the feast - "The Book of Odes: No.220. When Guests First Take Their Seats" transl. by Burton Watson

I store him deep in my heart - "The Book of Odes: No.228. Swampland Mulberries Are Lovely" transl. by Burton Watson

What day will I forget him? - "The Book of Odes: No.228. Swampland Mulberries Are Lovely" transl. by Burton Watson

Bestowed on us good grain - "The Book of Odes: No.245. She Who First Bore Our People" transl. by Burton Watson

A ram for the spirits of the road - "The Book of Odes: No.245. She Who First Bore Our People" transl. by Burton Watson

I have kept the title of the book as the translator rendered it, but the title is pretty generic, so have a Wikipedia link: Classic of Poetry aka The Book of Odes. Watson's translation only includes selections. I have used the titles he put on the specific poems, but I'm unsure how accurate they are. I got the larger volume from the local public library and have the impression that that's the expected audience. The date of publication in the CIP is 1984.

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Wreathed with a crown of diamond frost - "The Fratricide's Death" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

The deafening voice of the elements' war - "The Fratricide's Death" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Has long frozen Hope's warm springs - "The Fratricide's Death" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

A brother's blood cries for vengeance - "The Fratricide's Death" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Our hearts in strong affection's chain - "The Fratricide's Death" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Watched the cataract's giant play - "The Fratricide's Death" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

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Reposing in the crimson-curtained west - "RÊVES ET SOUVENIRS" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

Arched with halos of hopes unmixed - "RÊVES ET SOUVENIRS" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

To revel in its palaces of dreams - "RÊVES ET SOUVENIRS" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

In my vigils cold and lone - "RÊVES ET SOUVENIRS" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

Brilliant reveries, burning fantasies - "RÊVES ET SOUVENIRS" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

Dreaming of the bright ones that are gone - "RÊVES ET SOUVENIRS" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

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Bathes like a queen in the soil - "Wildlife Encounter"

Churning out valleys in her sleep - "Wildlife Encounter"

Her body carves out rivers in the ground - "Wildlife Encounter"

That is a star she's got in her beak - "Wildlife Encounter"

Bright enough to create the day - "Wildlife Encounter"

King of the seas, king of the storms - "Wildlife Encounter"

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I couldn't find a Wikipedia page for the publication; all the issues I pulled from are on Project Gutenberg. This magazine seems to have run only during the US Civil War. It's definitely anti-slavery but still has a good bit of racism, etc., the 'of its time' equivalent of a map warning 'Here be dragons.' Additionally, later in the run, the contents became less and less abolitionist and said less about the war.

Almost none of the poems are credited in text. There are some incomplete indices that I think were produced by PG volunteers and which are attached to occasional issues, not the same issue every volume and sometimes with partial indices scattered across multiple issues. The alphabetization in those is erratic, and I am unsure if I found everything (there were definitely some I didn't locate at all). The project to find authors might be ongoing which might mean updates after I last looked (14 May 2025) or might have been abandoned by whoever undertook the project.

Given the existing indices, searching the still uncredited poems seemed unlikely to yield quick results. I'm putting the anonymous snippets together here so that other people know where I got them from (and so that I have fewer documents to fiddle with). The snippets are sorted by poem title rather than by issue as I thought I'd have an easier time that way.

They bloom blood-flowers in the tearful dew - "Adonium" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

If I should question of your true hearts - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Tossed on the wind of fortune - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

But ne'er the time that we have known together - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

For now I climb gray hills alone - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

That walked beside me in the ancient time - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Summer birds no June shall hasten hither - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

To the fevered city's toil and grime - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Beyond the sphere of doubt and crime - "All Together" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Earth's reddest vintage of blood - "The Angels of War" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]

Poised on a cannon ball's flight - "The Angels of War" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]

The reign of sense is over - "The Angels of War" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]

Fresh from the hearthstone's light - "The Angels of War" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]

Crafty glance and hidden eye - "An Army Contractor" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Dead to every gain but gold - "An Army Contractor" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

As quivers a humbird his honey to drink - "Asleep" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

The strange tales of Ocean it tries to confess - "Asleep" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Their might hearts swelling loved Luna to greet - "Asleep" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Thrilled to their depths with her luminous grace - "Asleep" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Dare exhale the warm infinite incense - "Asleep" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Bearing up the balm upon their beating wings - "The Birth of the Lily" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.2, Sept. 1863]

And now your press in thunder tones - "The Black Flag" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

With marble-dust and vitriol - "Bogus Champagne" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

I only know you are not as you were - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

A doubt that makes my heart grow sick - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

That something bright has vanished - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

As dipped in fabled fountains far away - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

So strange and frozen feels your love - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

In whose chill arms I shiver faint and lost - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Bruising my heart against its rocky breast - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

We can not mend torn roses - "Changed" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

My heart swells high with scorn and hate - "Cloud and Sunshine" [The Continental Monthly v.III - June, 1863 - no.VI]

Made rare mockery of her broken vow - "Cloud and Sunshine" [The Continental Monthly v.III - June, 1863 - no.VI]

The coward's shield of glass - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

In bargains made to cover wrong - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Which should mock the might of armies - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Some souls so fearful to offend - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Who lays foundations formed to last - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Concentres all the rays of all the ages past - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

One faithful Abdiel may fearless brave unnumbered rebel foes - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Words which give the true metallic ring - "Columbia's Safety" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Moving through the vocal dark - "Comforted" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

A mighty Empire's bounds to trace - "Cor Unum, Via Una: God Bless Our Native Land!" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Uplift the song thrills each heart's core - "Cor Unum, Via Una: God Bless Our Native Land!" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

While linked in closest brotherhood, invincible - "Cor Unum, Via Una: God Bless Our Native Land!" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Old King Cotton's dead and buried - "Corn Is King" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]

Shall serpent-friendship rise to hiss and sting - "Corn Is King" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]

Cotton leagues no more with Traitors - "Corn Is King" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]

Bringing no healing with their torrent streams - "Dead" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.2, Sept. 1863]

I gathered the joys they left behind - "Dead!" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Mourn not the joys of the lost last year - "Dead!" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Variegated life of doubt and hope - "En Avant!" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Let it be a symbol of a broader scope - "En Avant!" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

For folly's smile or envy's frown - "En Avant!" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

From the poison cup of passion - "En Avant!" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Power each one himself to raise - "En Avant!" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Paid the debt which all must pay - "Epitaph in a Dedham Churchyard" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

On frightful rocks where billows poured - "Epitaph in a Dedham Churchyard" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

Winning worship from the common eye - "False Estimations" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Who scrapes the skies and cleaves the patient air - "False Estimations" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Forgets to interpret to a lesser sense - "False Estimations" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

With the confidence of daily trust - "False Estimations" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Whose shields bear bags of argent on a field of gold - "False Estimations" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Let his weakness die in self-reclaiming dust - "False Estimations" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Victory comes with a palm in her hand - "For the Hour of Triumph" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

Cypress is clinging about her feet - "For the Hour of Triumph" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

When the storm shall pass away - "For the Hour of Triumph" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

Till triumph shall find them desolate - "For the Hour of Triumph" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

Cloud after cloud, in dark array - "Freedom's Stars" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Enfolding from their serpent lair - "Freedom's Stars" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

And with the north wind's saving wings - "Freedom's Stars" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

The cloud-host, vanquished, took to flight - "Freedom's Stars" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Relit once more her brilliant stars - "Freedom's Stars" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Through circling ages of shame and sin - "The Game of Fate" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

But ever the terrible game goes on - "The Game of Fate" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

Which will swallow your rattlesnake, scales and all - "The Game of Fate" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

And all of them helping the devil to win - "The Game of Fate" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

And well he will reckon up every cheat - "The Game of Fate" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

But the devil always trips up in the end - "The Game of Fate" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

But if the war ask billions - "Go In and Win" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

You must give it all again - "Go In and Win" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Don't stop to think of what you've done - "Go In and Win" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

With glittering coronets of stars - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Men gathered together to curse her - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Has journeyed farther than the swallow - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

And has taught them all the secrets - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Breathing songs from her heart - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Who catches the first crimsoning of dawn - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Who receives the first smile of the rising sun - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

The piercing glance of the eagle to the poacher - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

From the source of the Moldau to that of the Danube - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Who saves the resin of the torch and the oil of the lamp - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Who weaves the winter wool and summer flax - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Who bears the sword and handles the musket - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Who conceals the vanquished - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

No longer be crushed with the weight of the world - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Shall together consume the fruits of the earth - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Desert paths which have no masters - "The Good Goddess of Poverty [A Prose Ballad, translated from the French]" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Over the mountain and over the tide - "Great Heart" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Free as the eagle and full as the tide - "Great Heart" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

And thousands of voices will sing in pride - "Great Heart" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

In proud Fame's serene dominions - "Guerdon" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Every soul that furls its pinions - "Guerdon" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Through long years of toil and darkness - "Guerdon" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Years of trial and of sorrow - "Guerdon" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

Hope herself scarce dared to-morrow - "Guerdon" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

And the way so blank and sorrowed - "Guerdon" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.5, May 1862]

When the acid meets the alkali - "In Transitu" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

All in foaming discord tossed - "In Transitu" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

In a powder-mill with a lighted match - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

By jumping into the bottomless pit - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Satan broke loose and nothing between - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Russia gobbling your world half in - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Red Republicans settling with sin - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Wins a defeat with victory - "It Still Moves" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

The starry light upon your forehead dims - "John Bull to Jonathan" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

To jeopardize my own supremacy - "John Bull to Jonathan" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Or force my lips to gratify your longing - "Jonathan to John Bull" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Not a star of my escutcheon shall your fogs eclipse - "Jonathan to John Bull" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

And is survivor at its overthrow - "Jonathan to John Bull" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

While the bondmen all are weeping - "The Kansas John Brown Song" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

And Kansas knew his valor when he fought her rights to save - "The Kansas John Brown Song" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

John Brown was a hero undaunted, true and brave - "The Kansas John Brown Song" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

And he made the gallows holy - "The Kansas John Brown Song" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

The battle that John Brown begun - "The Kansas John Brown Song" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

The death-blow of Oppression in a better time and way - "The Kansas John Brown Song" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Drawing our hope from the past - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Onward still pressing undaunted - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Let the foe be strong as he may - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Though the sky be dark as midnight - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

With a sword for the foe of freedom - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Though thrones may totter down - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

In many an Old World palace, uneasy sits the crown - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

The sound shall echo ever when we shall have passed away - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

A thousand years of petty, weak disputings - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Shall go down to future ages as heroes - "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Sends the gentle breeze to woo the flower - "The Lesson of War" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.1, Jan. 1862]

Lets loose the whirlwind's vengeful power - "The Lesson of War" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.1, Jan. 1862]

And mocked the strength of Babylon's haughty wall - "The Lesson of War" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.1, Jan. 1862]

The priceless harvests by her wisdom spread - "The Lesson of War" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.1, Jan. 1862]

If a Pelican touched the banner prized - "Monroe to Farragut" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

We shall in all things consult our ease - "Monroe to Farragut" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

For you've nothing to do with our laws - "Monroe to Farragut" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

When she raised her arm undaunted - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

War's red rose sprang blooming - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Gave her eyes a sacred light - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Through the red sea of the carnage - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Longer grow the deepening shadows - "October Afternoon in the Highlands" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct, 1863 - no.IV]

Vessels, wind-forsaken, on the waveless waters lie - "October Afternoon in the Highlands" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct, 1863 - no.IV]

Long rays streaming through the forests - "October Afternoon in the Highlands" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct, 1863 - no.IV]

From lies of vaunting Treason caught - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Shaking our hearts with unaccustomed fears - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Her strong foundations crumbling - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

And girt afar with Heaven's Promethean fire - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Conspiracy, with Treason linked and Anarchy - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Mark the monstrous snare of subtle foes - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Awaited the fulfilment of their reign - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

And heedless of their darkening fate - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Enchained to Mammon's loathsome car - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Whose seeds, in tear and anguish sown - "Ode. Suggested by the President's Proclamation of January 1, 1863" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Who sorrow for our darkened hours - "Our Friends Abroad" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.5, Nov. 1862]

Of the time that the prophets have long foretold - "Potential Moods" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

For the glad diffusion of wisdom's light - "Potential Moods" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

In the tender compassion that sweetly consoles - "Potential Moods" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

High heaped above the hunting grounds - "The Red Man's Plea: Almost Literally the Reply of 'Red Iron to Governor Ramsey" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]

Rose to the realms where heroes dwell - "Resurgamus" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Rise triumphant through the starry skies - "Resurgamus" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Goes onward with resistless might - "Resurgamus" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Till their plumes have gathered strength to lift them - "Self-Reliance" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

Cast forth to find their way alone - "Self-Reliance" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

Our bold search flashing through the shade - "Self-Reliance" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

When we struggle for our vacant thrones - "Self-Reliance" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

Stinging thistles round a haunted charnel - "Self-Reliance" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

When those glimmering candles swell to suns - "Self-Reliance" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

The clover was folding, leaf on leaf - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Heliotropes to drink the sun - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Violet-shadows to haunt the shade - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Poppies, by every wind undone - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Lilies, just over-proud for grace - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Pansies, that laugh in every face - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Shy stars out of the evening skies - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

An honest mind will not be bound - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Each distinct in its sphere divine - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

So in the peace of the closing day - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

We serve with mind who served with hand - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Imperial light wakes love to life - "She Sits Alone" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Such the gifts our planet proffers - "The Sleeping Peri: Lines Suggested by Palmer's Statue" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Such the thorny home she offers - "The Sleeping Peri: Lines Suggested by Palmer's Statue" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Without its portal doomed to roam - "The Sleeping Peri: Lines Suggested by Palmer's Statue" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Softly dreaming, waking never - "The Sleeping Peri: Lines Suggested by Palmer's Statue" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Deep gnawed by rust and stain - "The Spur of Monmouth" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

'Tween two storms of leaden rain - "The Spur of Monmouth" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

When he rode to blast with the lightning - "The Spur of Monmouth" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

That maps the good and the evil in the future's bewildering folds - "The Spur of Monmouth" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

There is fire in our father's ashes - "The Spur of Monmouth" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

And its hate be the tale of time long sped - "Ten to One on It" [The Continental Monthly v.I - April, 1862 - no.IV]

All the splendid misery their hands have wrought - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

In that realm of hidden powers - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Thoughts enclosed in words of granite - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Comes floating down in long vibration - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Through Time's resounding arches - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Down the endless chords of time - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Rise and their long reign begin - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

The throne sacred to oppression grown - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

With thoughts that pierce like flame - "Thought" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Sighs mournfully under the midnight moon - "The Tide" [The Continental Monthly v.II - Nov., 1862 - no.VI]

Scornfully dashes its surging billows down - "The Tide" [The Continental Monthly v.II - Nov., 1862 - no.VI]

That glance and sparkle in the hush of the lingering light - "Treasure-Trove" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

And the winds of heaven are silent - "Treasure-Trove" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

Tranced in rapture, the day forgets to wane - "Treasure-Trove" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

May well outweigh all false-born things - "Vates" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Who thus disown the wealth they see not - "La Vie Poetique" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

In the turbulent stream of change - "La Vie Poetique" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

My truant spirit outward looks - "La Vie Poetique" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

Intervening flecks of gold reveal unseen intensity - "La Vie Poetique" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

The key that locks me from a world of pain - "La Vie Poetique" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

Not hope to climb above the level commonplace - "La Vie Poetique" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.VI, Dec. 1862]

Dark shrieks and groans and the lonely death rattle - "Waiting for News!" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

That redder rain on bloody Marston Moor - "The Watchword" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

When the sullen sky stoops with its weight of terror - "The Watchword" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

While the roar of the far thunder deepens - "The Watchword" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

Front Death and Danger with a level eye - "The Watchword" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]

A morning star to hail the dawning year - "The Year" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Shall form a coronet for the regal year - "The Year" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

An anthem for the glories of the year - "The Year" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

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Chose for me auspicious names - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Picking river sage and rare angelica - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Twisting autumn orchids for a belt - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Enjoy stolen treasures - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

The ninth heaven as witness - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Planted nine acres of orchids - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Sowed a hundred fields with heliotrope - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Nursing a heart full of jealousy and spite - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

The dew that drips from the magnolias - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Fashion a sash of heliotrope - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Clever carpenters who follow the times - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Amble by orchid-grown marshes - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Water-chestnut and lotus for a coat - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Gathering mallows to be my mantle - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Embellished with scent and sparkle - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Thorns and weeds fill the palace chamber - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Yoking four jade dragons to a phoenix - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Rest awhile by its spirit gates - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Ordered the phoenixes to fly aloft - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Rising and dipping in jumbled array - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

To the end of the four directions - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Dispatched the falcon to be my matchmaker - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Benighted, blinded and confused - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Before the nightjar sounds his autumn note - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Pepper is all flattery and insolence - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Pepper and orchid behaving thus - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

A branch of carnelian to serve as food - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Rainbows to shield me from the sun - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Horned dragons to bridge the ford - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

The western sea as our destination - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

Radiant and shining in endless glory - "The Ch'u Tz'u: The Lord Among the Clouds" transl. by Burton Watson

The sun and moon to pair his brilliance - "The Ch'u Tz'u: The Lord Among the Clouds" transl. by Burton Watson

Riding his dragon chariot - "The Ch'u Tz'u: The Lord Among the Clouds" transl. by Burton Watson

A water chariot with lotus canopy - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Lord of the River" transl. by Burton Watson

Two dragons between a pair of river serpents - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Lord of the River" transl. by Burton Watson

Billowing clouds spread out below - "The Ch'u Tz'u: The Mountain Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

Overshadowed by cypress and pine - "The Ch'u Tz'u: The Mountain Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

Heaven's season frowns on us - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Those Who Died for Their Country" transl. by Burton Watson

Heroes in the realm of ghosts - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Those Who Died for Their Country" transl. by Burton Watson

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At opposite ends of the sky - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Travelers with a long road to go - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

New notes of ghostly beauty - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Scudding by like a swirl of dust - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Command the road to power - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Floundering forever in bitterness - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Its top level with the floating clouds - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Patterned windows webbed in lattice - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Left me behind like a forgotten footprint - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Roots clasping the high hill's edge - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

A creeper clinging to the moss - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Petals unfurled, shedding glory all around - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Wilt and die with the autumn grass - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Over never-ending roads - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Follows in the wake of change - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

A thousand years of worry - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Take the torch and go wandering - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

Earn no more than posterity's jeers - "Selections from the 'Nineteen Old Poems of the Han'" transl. by Burton Watson

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With fair fancy for our guide - "Abroad"

Looking out from their window that faces the sea - "Abroad"

Caught last night in open sea - "Abroad"

When fickle fate against her turned - "Abroad"

Walking onward, through streets we can't see - "Abroad"

The bobbins keep threading a mazy dance - "Abroad"

Sparrows gather all the year - "Abroad"

Trying each to get a share - "Abroad"

Silent stands, with no money in his hands - "Abroad"

But by degrees they grew less bright - "Abroad"

Such fleeting fancies Dreamland lends - "Abroad"

The white cliffs of our own native land - "Abroad"

Abroad is children's picture book on Project Gutenberg that follows a family, father and five children, on holiday in France. It's illustrated by Thomas Crane and Ellen Elizabeth Houghton. I couldn't find a publication date in the reproduced text. I suspect that a knowledge of clothing might help assign a range of dates for the work, but I don't have that knowledge.

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Until the sun bowed down to me - "The Avenging Sword" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Of silver he shall have his fill - "The Avenging Sword" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

No brother have I on earth but thee - "The Avenging Sword" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

My hilt lies broken in pieces three - "The Avenging Sword" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

He gave him steel of proof and price - "The Avenging Sword" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

That seven champions straight lay slain - "The Avenging Sword" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

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Numberless wings in the moon's silver ray - "The Emperor's Rout"

Who flutter about without object or reason - "The Emperor's Rout"

I'll have at my feast a figure of death - "The Emperor's Rout"

The limited span that to moths is allotted - "The Emperor's Rout"

We are still in death's stern and inflexible power - "The Emperor's Rout"

Who by fraud or extortion would rise - "The Emperor's Rout"

Yielded to custom's imperious demand - "The Emperor's Rout"

The glow-worm being hired the highways to light - "The Emperor's Rout"

The Emperor's Rout is an 1831 picture book on Project Gutenberg. I didn't finish it because it was full of puns that I didn't get due to not knowing much of anything about moth species. The text is full of detailed, realistic illustrations of various moths.

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Sunshine laughing in her eyes - "Fairy's Album: I. This is Fairy's Album"

With an overflowing hoard of the tales of fairy times - "Fairy's Album: I. This is Fairy's Album"

Perhaps one less, perhaps one more - "Fairy's Album: II. The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe"

With never a bit of bread therein - "Fairy's Album: II. The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe"

And this is the end of a tale that is true - "Fairy's Album: II. The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe"

In all dangers ready ever - "Fairy's Album: III. Fairy's Friends"

In his labours failing never - "Fairy's Album: III. Fairy's Friends"

A name noted on the rolls of Fame - "Fairy's Album: III. Fairy's Friends"

Lost her way on the edge of Fairyland - "Fairy's Album: V. Fairy's Dream"

All the words the signpost tells - "Fairy's Album: V. Fairy's Dream"

Fairy's Album can be found on Project Gutenberg. It's aimed at children.

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Perjury and threats drove them on - "By Memory Inspired" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

The informer's pay was high - "By Memory Inspired" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Our high Star and true Apostle - "By Memory Inspired" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

With steel-clad breast, and coward heart - "By Memory Inspired" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Have you heard what the banshee said? - "The Geraldine's Daughter" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

What shadow flits dark'ning the face of the water? - "The Geraldine's Daughter" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

What melody rolls over mountains and water? - "The Geraldine's Daughter" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Our hearts' blood had bought her - "The Geraldine's Daughter" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye - "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

With drums and guns and guns and drums - "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

When my poor heart you first beguiled - "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Indeed, your dancing days are done - "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

It grieved my heart to see you sail - "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

All the sweet buttermilk watered the plain - "Kitty of Coleraine" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Misfortunes will never come single - "Kitty of Coleraine" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Darkness in thy dwelling-place - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Is left to sing his song of woe - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

And their hearts in love were bound - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

The grieved their tears forget - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Then why should the dread spoiler come - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

The withering scowl of envy - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Then sinks in silence the lament - "Lament of Morian Shehone for Miss Mary Rourke" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Spending faster than it comes - "The Rakes of Mallow" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Going where the devil drives - "The Rakes of Mallow" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Having sweethearts, but no wives - "The Rakes of Mallow" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

From the centre to the sea - "The Shan Van Vocht" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

There I'd sit and cry my fill - "Shule Aroon" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Every tear would turn a mill - "Shule Aroon" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

Around the world I'll beg my bread - "Shule Aroon" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

To try his fortune to advance - "Shule Aroon" [A Book of Irish Verse ed. by W.B. Yeats]

A Book of Irish Verse edited by W.B. Yeats on Project Gutenberg.

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This is a satirical poem and can be found on Project Gutenberg. The poet is very angry about hypocrisy, sexual double standards, and women's economic dependence on men. The poet also equates marriage with prostitution, just socially sanctioned prostitution.

The satyrizing Muse has themes sufficient - "The Whore"

Among the vulgar scenes of strife - "The Whore"

What in the serpent could o'er her prevail - "The Whore"

Who knew the virtue of the fatal fruit - "The Whore"

All void of shame, of decency, and grace - "The Whore"

His royal vows and oaths were all but wind - "The Whore"

Consider what good lessons you'd been taught - "The Whore"

What wild-fire's this which rages in your blood - "The Whore"

Wicked wants and wishes to explain - "The Whore"

Strong temptations she could not withstand - "The Whore"

On joy and pleasure let my wishes feed - "The Whore"

Condemn'd a load of infamy to bear - "The Whore"

Strive to undo us still, a thousand ways - "The Whore"

The object which delights them to destroy - "The Whore"

Equal to their wishes and their pains - "The Whore"

Each crime which can corrupt and spoil the heart - "The Whore"

Without one spark of gratitude display'd - "The Whore"

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The power of a good man's prayer - "Away to the Fray" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

The plotters of treason their standard forsake - "Blue Jackets, Fall In!" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Abandon the eagle for vulture or snake - "Blue Jackets, Fall In!" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

No craven doubt shall shake our trust - "The Brave and Free" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Doleful tokens to his fame combine - "The Christian Hero's Epitaph" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]
How many a wanderer to the skies it turned - "The Christian Hero's Epitaph" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Our champions on the blue brine - "The Flag of the Brave" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Or stars their long vigils shall keep - "The Flag of the Brave" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

O'er crimson Potomac the sound rose again - "Give Us Room" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Strong foundations they planted broad and deep - "Hark to the Tread" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
The pledge forever runs to guard their sacred fires - "Hark to the Tread" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
The great AVENGER unsheathed his awful sword - "Hark to the Tread" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Demands of both native and stranger - "The Harp of Old Erin and Banner of Stars" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Traitors and rebels, in anarchy's school - "The Harp of Old Erin and Banner of Stars" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
That goes in defiance of danger and scars - "The Harp of Old Erin and Banner of Stars" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Ours to bind its cords again - "Mustering-Chorus" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

With tempest of fire, and storm of steel - "The Northmen are Coming" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Unfurled for the exile, the bondman, the world - "The Northmen are Coming" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Treason's madness makes them foemen - "The Old Flag Alone" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Our true hearts shall never falter - "The Old Flag Alone" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Though fiery tempest sweep his path - "The Patriot Soldier" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Whose faith no fear controls - "The Patriot's Address" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Rebel swords have struck your shield - "The Patriot's Address" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
By the fruits of Freedom's bud - "The Patriot's Address" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Bid them drain the cup of woes - "The Patriot's Address" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Let our anger be as fire, blasting chains and tyranny - "The Patriot's Address" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

No danger could astound her - "Remember Traitors" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
With despot snares behind them - "Remember Traitors" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Mark the knave who swears he's free - "Remember Traitors" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Whose traitorous inclination would rivet foreign chains - "Remember Traitors" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

When tyrants fled our rescued land - "Rule, Columbia" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Every spirit all treason despising - "Song of Union" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

While the bugle of conflict was blown - "The Star-Flag" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath - "The Star-Flag" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

While their hearts in sorrows move - "The Star-Gemmed Flag" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

With our hearts in brave communion - "Sweet is the Fight" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Freedom lights anew her waning fires - "The Union Marseillaise" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
With courage in his strength abiding - "The Union Marseillaise" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Defend from faction's wild commotion - "The Union Marseillaise" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Keeping step in brave communion - "Victory's Band" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Tramp them underfoot like pebbles - "Victory's Band" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
But we don't trust in things two-sided - "Victory's Band" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
With cannon-balls for Compromises - "Victory's Band" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Shadow and silence encompass our camp - "Wife of my Bosom" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2. Project Gutenberg. 1861. Union songs of the US Civil War. Some racism. Most are anonymous; all have specified tunes (other known songs). A nice change from collections friendly to the Confederacy.

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An Anthology of Jugoslav Poetry (ed. by Dr. B. Stevenson Stanoyevich) - PG. 1920. Only the translators are credited. I'm not clear if these were anonymous works or folk songs or if the authors were erased. The editor's translations read oddly in English, missing pronouns and articles and such; I'm not sure if that was true to the original or required for meter. Each of the other translators had their own issues.

By solitude and woe surrounded - "I: The Curse" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Bound to each other in earliest vow - "II: Farewell" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Cursed them for their treacheries - "IX: Curse" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Bring and betoken toil and grief - "IX: Curse" transl. by Sir John Bowring

False tongues three have whisper'd evil - "X: Salutation of the Morning Star" transl. by Sir John Bowring

And no sleep renew his strength to bear it - "X: Salutation of the Morning Star" transl. by Sir John Bowring

And the men on the nettles under the sky - "XII: Royal Converse" transl. by Sir John Bowring

An old bridegroom is a worthless maple - "XIII: Rosa" transl. by Sir John Bowring

And to the sun God gave a speedy answer - "XIV: The Maiden and the Sun" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Evil to her shall be her husband's brother - "XIV: The Maiden and the Sun" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Evil to her shall be her husband's father - "XIV: The Maiden and the Sun" transl. by Sir John Bowring

The falcon soars both far and high - "XVI: The Falcon" transl. by Sir John Bowring

A golden spindle with the flax of Egypt bound around it - "XIX: Nightingales" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Her hands the fatal cup supplied - "XXI: The Fratricide" transl. by Sir John Bowring

I'll never drink the proffer'd wine - "XXVII: Foolish Vow" transl. by Sir John Bowring

A sickle of silver in fingers of gold - "XXIX: Lepota" transl. by Sir John Bowring

By careless lips profaned to be - "XXXV: The Young Shepherds" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Unhallow'd thoughts might soon defame - "XXXV: The Young Shepherds" transl. by Sir John Bowring

What thought of honey flows - "XXXIX: Apprehension" transl. by Sir John Bowring

The clouds broke out in fiery lightning - "XL: Milica" transl. by Sir John Bowring

And the hens are cackling all in riot - "XLVIII: The Sultaness" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Of pearls two measures--of gold but three - "XLVIII: The Sultaness" transl. by Sir John Bowring

In the tavern bear the golden cup - "LIII: Mine Everywhere" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Carved his body from a bough of box-tree - "LXIV: Brotherless Sisters" transl. by Sir John Bowring

For food they gave him honey sweet - "LXIV: Brotherless Sisters" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Whose path the darkest clouds o'ershade - "LXXII: Unhappy Bride" transl. by Sir John Bowring

On that same spot the bitterest rue and wormwood - "LXXII: Unhappy Bride" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Gather wormwood into boiling water press its bitters - "LXXX: Youth and Age" transl. by Sir John Bowring

Better dwell with youth upon the mountains - "LXXX: Youth and Age" transl. by Sir John Bowring

More sweet than amber honey - "LXXXVIII: A Soul's Sweetness" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

The amber dower of the building bee - "LXXXVIII: A Soul's Sweetness" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

Discover fragrance of such sweet power - "LXXXVIII: A Soul's Sweetness" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

Have given a child to this world of woe - "LXXXIX: Reminiscences" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

Unplanted, unsown, blooming alone - "XCIII: Plucking a Flower" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

Neither grafted nor grown, neither gather'd nor blown - "XCIII: Plucking a Flower" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

Whom the wan clouds fondly follow - "XCV: A Serbian Beauty" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

Nor keep the place from Sorrow - "XCVI: Sleeplessness" transl. by Robert Bulwer Lytton (Owen Meredith)

With golden peacock proudly on one shoulder - "CXII: The Peacock and the Nightingale" transl. by J.W. Wiles

No first place to human boast - "CXIII: The First Toast" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to the wolf that eats not flesh - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to legs with a foolish head - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to gilt on an unclean bed - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to the gun in a fearsome hand - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to the wolf whom the ravens feed - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to the cock who strutteth on ice - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Woe to the nightingale singing in the mill - "CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Seven stout ghosts so hearty and hale - "CXVI: Hard to Believe" transl. by J.W. Wiles

While the burning sun her crew did freeze - "CXVI: Hard to Believe" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Two wingless geese flew up the sky - "CXVI: Hard to Believe" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Nor complain in days of trouble - "CXVII: The Conditions" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Nought he takes from out the world - "CXVII: The Conditions" transl. by J.W. Wiles

And in her dream a great tree grew - "CXXVI: Dream of the Holy Virgin" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Branches from her own heart crept - "CXXVI: Dream of the Holy Virgin" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Thorns are growing at the house-door - "CXXVII: Mother at the Tomb of Her Son" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Cuckoos mourn around the house - "CXXVII: Mother at the Tomb of Her Son" transl. by J.W. Wiles

In ashes our hearth fire is hidden - "CXXVII: Mother at the Tomb of Her Son" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Pale in the dust now is my sun - "CXXVII: Mother at the Tomb of Her Son" transl. by J.W. Wiles

Buying the riches of the sea - "CXLII: Sea Merchant" transl. by Dr. B. Stevenson Stanoyevich

But the fortress gates are higher - "CXLIII: Angela as Watchman" transl. by Dr. B. Stevenson Stanoyevich

Belted with the moonbeams, and flowering with the stars - "CXLIII: Angela as Watchman" transl. by Dr. B. Stevenson Stanoyevich

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May I for my own self song's truth reckon - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

How I in harsh days hardship endured - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

Chafing sighs hew my heart round - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

Naught save the harsh sea and ice-cold wave - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

Over the whale's acre, would wander wide - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

This dead life on loan and on land - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

Beats out the breath from doom-gripped body - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

That he will work ere he pass onward - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

And all arrogance of earthen riches - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

And though he strew the grave with gold - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound

This translation can be found in Cathay which is otherwise mostly Pound's translations of Li Bai (credited as Rihaku). I have no idea why an Anglo-Saxon poem is in that mix, but... I suppose I don't have to understand it.

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Nor failed for fear of strife - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

That now will work me woe - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Such leave is a free man's due - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Never a vassal should leave his lord - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Then good are such tidings to hear - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Forth from the hold while yet we live - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

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Ancient Nahuatl Poetry, Containing the Nahuatl Text of XXVII Ancient Mexican Poems (transl. and edited by Daniel G. Brinton) - Project Gutenberg. 1890. The translator here asserts that at least some of these poems are Pre-Columbian but discusses that as if expecting to be treated as a crackpot on the top. The book is laid out with two columns, one in English and the other in Nahuatl (using the Spanish alphabet). As I know damn all about Nahuatl, that column was of little use to me except as evidence that, yes, these are at least notionally translations. Project Gutenberg has the virtue of being free and immediately accessible, but I very much hope that there are more recent translations available for who are doing more research-y things as opposed to my wandering around and sampling whatever turns up. The book is here.

Scattered around in rainbow glory - "I: Cuicapeuhcayotl | Song at the Beginning" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Cull the various sweet songs - "I: Cuicapeuhcayotl | Song at the Beginning" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Hear the very essence of song - "II: Xopancuicatl, Otoncuicatl, Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song, an Otomi Song, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

That my sighs may be borne on the wind - "II: Xopancuicatl, Otoncuicatl, Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song, an Otomi Song, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The things made for the heavens - "II: Xopancuicatl, Otoncuicatl, Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song, an Otomi Song, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Witness the wondrous sights in heaven - "II: Xopancuicatl, Otoncuicatl, Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song, an Otomi Song, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Lived here in vain illusion - "II: Xopancuicatl, Otoncuicatl, Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song, an Otomi Song, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Might grow in glory - "II: Xopancuicatl, Otoncuicatl, Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song, an Otomi Song, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The house strewn with flowers - "III: Occe al Mismo Tono Tlamelauhcayotl | Another Plain Song, to the Same Tune" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The house of corrupt odors - "III: Occe al Mismo Tono Tlamelauhcayotl | Another Plain Song, to the Same Tune" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The outspread plumes of the quetzal bird - "III: Occe al Mismo Tono Tlamelauhcayotl | Another Plain Song, to the Same Tune" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Leave the place of night and clouds - "III: Occe al Mismo Tono Tlamelauhcayotl | Another Plain Song, to the Same Tune" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

And rained down flowers of speech - "IV: Mexica Otoncuicatl | An Otomi Song of the Mexicans" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Lifted my voice through a trumpet of gold - "IV: Mexica Otoncuicatl | An Otomi Song of the Mexicans" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The burning incense of flowers - "IV: Mexica Otoncuicatl | An Otomi Song of the Mexicans" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Spreading celestial fragrance - "IV: Mexica Otoncuicatl | An Otomi Song of the Mexicans" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

That my possessions shall perish - "V: Otro Mexica Tlamelauhcacuicayotl | Another Plain Song of the Mexicans" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Pass through this place of reckoning - "VI: Otro Chalcayotl, Canto de Tetlepan Quetzanitzin | Another Chalco-Song, a Poem of Tetlepan Quetzanitzin" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Awake and turn toward the south - "VI: Otro Chalcayotl, Canto de Tetlepan Quetzanitzin | Another Chalco-Song, a Poem of Tetlepan Quetzanitzin" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Be intoxicated with its sweetness - "VII: Otro | Another" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Flowers in the place of riches - "VII: Otro | Another" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Who never neglect to offer up praise - "IX: Otro Tlaocolcuica Otomitl | An Otomi Song of Sadness" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The jewels of saddest flowers - "IX: Otro Tlaocolcuica Otomitl | An Otomi Song of Sadness" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Weave songs fresh as the dew - "IX: Otro Tlaocolcuica Otomitl | An Otomi Song of Sadness" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Intoxicated with gems and precious stones - "X: Mexica Xopancuicatl Tlamelauhcayotl | A Spring Song of the Mexicans, a Plain Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Lift my voice in wailing - "XI: Otro | Another" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Destroyed in our dwelling place - "XI: Otro | Another" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Poured abroad widely by the drum - "XII: Xopancuicatl Nenonotzalcuicatl Ipampa in Aquique Amo on Mixtilia in Yaoc | A Spring Song, a Song of Exhortation, Because Certain Ones Did Not Go to the War" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Where the eagles gather in bands of sixties - "XII: Xopancuicatl Nenonotzalcuicatl Ipampa in Aquique Amo on Mixtilia in Yaoc | A Spring Song, a Song of Exhortation, Because Certain Ones Did Not Go to the War" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Beloved stones rain down - "XII: Xopancuicatl Nenonotzalcuicatl Ipampa in Aquique Amo on Mixtilia in Yaoc | A Spring Song, a Song of Exhortation, Because Certain Ones Did Not Go to the War" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Made acquainted with affliction - "XIII: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of Huexotzinco" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Then their water shall be made bitter - "XIII: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of Huexotzinco" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Gleams forth in fourfold rays - "XIV" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Trod upon like paving stones - "XV: Tezozomoctli ic Motecpac | The Reign of Tezozomoctli" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Strong as a cavern of stone - "XV: Tezozomoctli ic Motecpac | The Reign of Tezozomoctli" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Not desiring to offer war - "XV: Tezozomoctli ic Motecpac | The Reign of Tezozomoctli" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Take this error from your hearts - "XVI" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Let us revel amid the shield-flowers - "XVI" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The living song descended upon the drum - "XVII: Xochicuicatl | A Flower Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Into the place of decayed flowers - "XVII: Xochicuicatl | A Flower Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

A rain of various flowers falls - "XVII: Xochicuicatl | A Flower Song" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

With the lifting up of sands - "XVIII: Nican Ompehua Teponazcuicatl | Here Begin Songs for the Teponaztli" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Misfortune and misery were written against us - "XVIII: Nican Ompehua Teponazcuicatl | Here Begin Songs for the Teponaztli" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Join the dance of the rulers - "XIX" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The book of their souls has come to an end - "XX" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

That my fame shall live fresh in memory - "XX" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

See the root of song - "XX" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Stringing together pretty objects - "XXI: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of the Huexotzincos" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Cementing together precious stones - "XXI: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of the Huexotzincos" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Scattering the words of my song - "XXI: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of the Huexotzincos" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

At the junction of the waters - "XXI: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of the Huexotzincos" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The waters which the blue duck rules - "XXI: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of the Huexotzincos" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Stand high on the yellow rushes - "XXI: Huexotzincayotl | A Song of the Huexotzincos" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Where the herbage is like sweet ointment - "XXII" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Green as the turquoise and emerald - "XXII" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Nor a second time will he come - "XXIII: Ycuic Nezahualcoyotzin | Songs of the Prince Nezahualcoyotl" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Let the drum be ready for the dance - "XXIV" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

The smoking stars gather together - "XXV" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Wept for the beginning of the destruction - "XXV" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Give me abundance of turquoises - "XXVI" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

While my soul lives by the waters - "XXVI" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

How I am afflicted in my soul - "XXVI" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Rain down in wondrous showers - "XXVII" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

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Throwing the sea's harvest up like honey - "The Vision of Mac Conglinne"

Fresh butter was the bridge in front - "The Vision of Mac Conglinne"

Behind it was a well of wine - "The Vision of Mac Conglinne"

An orchard in its pink-tipped bloom - "The Vision of Mac Conglinne"

Seven bead-strings and necklets seven - "The Vision of Mac Conglinne"

Poem's Wikipedia page. I'm not sure which translation I ran across, and it's been many, many months.

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Cheap, choice, brave, and new - "Fine Knacks for Ladies"

Though all my wares be trash - "Fine Knacks for Ladies"

A beggar may be liberal of love - "Fine Knacks for Ladies"

My trifles come as treasures from my mind - "Fine Knacks for Ladies"

It is a priceless jewel to be plain - "Fine Knacks for Ladies"

Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain - "Fine Knacks for Ladies"

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The wayward cuckoo calls aloud - "The Blackbird" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Saw her stretch out to the gale - "The Boatman's Hymn" transl. by Sir Samuel Ferguson

Since first I was made of stone - "The Boatman's Hymn" transl. by Sir Samuel Ferguson

Give us the shelter of strand or rock - "The Boatman's Hymn" transl. by Sir Samuel Ferguson

Cut short her foeman's breath - "Columcille's Farewell to Aran of the Saints" transl. by Douglas Hyde

Hell and death his portion be - "Columcille's Farewell to Aran of the Saints" transl. by Douglas Hyde

That I must depart for foreign lands - "The Country of Mayo, or the 'Lament of Thomas Flavell, or Lavell'" c.1660 transl. by George Fox

For I pass their buckles by - "The Country of Mayo, or the 'Lament of Thomas Flavell, or Lavell'" c.1660 transl. by George Fox

A cradle of gold on the bough of the willow - "The Cradle of Gold" transl. by Alfred Perceval Graves

A silver boat on the beautiful river - "The Cradle of Gold" transl. by Alfred Perceval Graves

Tidings of high daring - "The Cruiskeen Lawn" transl. by George Sigerson

With friends that never failed - "The Cruiskeen Lawn" transl. by George Sigerson

With breeze of rapid motion - "The Cruiskeen Lawn" transl. by George Sigerson

And banished be all sadness - "The Cruiskeen Lawn" transl. by George Sigerson

End their rule and begone - "The Cruiskeen Lawn" transl. by George Sigerson

Bring me to fair chambers - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Rooms you had adorned for me - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Slender shoes of foreign fashion - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Even the Saxons bowed before you - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Going forward from the gate - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Took it only for a jest - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Rider of the shining sword - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Strike eastward on the narrow road - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The streams will narrow on your path - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

My long wound, my bitter sorrow - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Till rust will come upon the screw - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

After the huntsman unwearied - Dark Eileen "Dirge on the Death of Art O'Leary, Shot at Carraganime, Co. Cork, May 4, 1773" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Hat nor gloves nor coat to shelter - "Do You Remember that Night?" transl. by Eleanor Hull [Written down by O'Curry for Dr. George Petrie.]

Until the lark began to sing - "Do You Remember that Night?" transl. by Eleanor Hull [Written down by O'Curry for Dr. George Petrie.]

At the foot of the rowan-tree - "Do You Remember that Night?" transl. by Eleanor Hull [Written down by O'Curry for Dr. George Petrie.]

And your pipe sweetly playing - "Do You Remember that Night?" transl. by Eleanor Hull [Written down by O'Curry for Dr. George Petrie.]

Beloved of my inmost heart - "Do You Remember that Night?" transl. by Eleanor Hull [Written down by O'Curry for Dr. George Petrie.]

With voice like a sword - "Eamonn an Chnuic, or 'Ned of the Hill'" transl. by P.H. Pearse

That batters my bolted door - "Eamonn an Chnuic, or 'Ned of the Hill'" transl. by P.H. Pearse

My team unyoked, my fallow unsown - "Eamonn an Chnuic, or 'Ned of the Hill'" transl. by P.H. Pearse

Call of the corncrake, cuckoo, or crane - credited to an emigrant named MacAmbrois "The Exile's Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Had I a boat and a single oar- credited to an emigrant named MacAmbrois "The Exile's Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

No bell to call the Hours - "The Feathered Hermit" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Loudly wailed the winter wind - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

The driving sleet fell fast - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

Heaved beneath the bitter blast - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

The plover of the lonesome hills - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

The curlew swift as light - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

Too late snatched from the flood - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

To earth by sorrow bowed - "The Fisherman's Keen, or the Lamentation of O'Donoghue of Affadown ('Roaring Water'), in the west of Co. Cork, for his three sons and his son-in-law, who were drowned" transl. by Anonymous

And mead to the beaker's brim - "The Flower of Nut-Brown Maids" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Will gentle words feed me - "The Flower of Nut-Brown Maids" transl. by Eleanor Hull

When need and grim hunger come by - "The Flower of Nut-Brown Maids" transl. by Eleanor Hull

A star glimmering through the mist - "The Flower of Nut-Brown Maids" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Deny me the dues I had won - "The Flower of Nut-Brown Maids" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Bearing pleasant mead of hazel-nuts - "The Great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of Usna" transl. by Eleanor Hull

More pleasant than honey - "The Great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of Usna" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Poured out for them the venomed draught - "The Great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of Usna" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Deep notes across the sombre woods - "The Great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of Usna" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The secret of my grief - "The Great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of Usna" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Born in pain and danger - "Greeting to the New-Born Babe" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Robed in her pride she comes - ascribed to St Cellach of Killala "Hymn to the Dawn" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The brilliant sun's little sister - ascribed to St Cellach of Killala "Hymn to the Dawn" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The foxes will scent out my slaughter - ascribed to St Cellach of Killala "Hymn to the Dawn" transl. by Eleanor Hull

To the banquet of bones will betake him - ascribed to St Cellach of Killala "Hymn to the Dawn" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Poured out the cup of old friendship - ascribed to St Cellach of Killala "Hymn to the Dawn" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Shoulders washed by ocean's foam - "The Isle of Arran" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Where brown trout browse - "The Isle of Arran" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Kneel all night in prayer - "My Dark Rosaleen" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Float like light between - "My Dark Rosaleen" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Red with redundance of blood - "My Dark Rosaleen" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

And flames wrap hill and wood - "My Dark Rosaleen" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Winds sleep in the rocky caverns - "Nurse's Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Stars sleep on their pillows of clouds - "Nurse's Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Upon the cheek of sorrow - "Nurse's Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Made good ale in the glen - "The Outlaw of Loch Lene" transl. by Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

By the sweet, wild twist of her song - "The Outlaw of Loch Lene" transl. by Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

Her mantle she flung to the wind - "The Outlaw of Loch Lene" transl. by Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

Sought to mend my broken life - "The Parting of Goll from His Wife"

Through calm and tumult - "The Parting of Goll from His Wife"

My haunting terror by wave and land - "The Parting of Goll from His Wife"

Black grief on the plains - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Fury on the mountains - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Empty the wild ocean with the shell of an egg - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The course I travelled from yesterday - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Though wide was the flood - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

With no light of the sun to guide - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Sent straight home from Rome - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

And the brown bogs will be quaking - "Roisin Dubh" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Pretty white lamb in the clover - "Rural Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Shaped within no narrow limits - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Who ordained the eight winds - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe: Creation of the Winds with their Colours" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Who arranged them in habitual harmony - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe: Creation of the Winds with their Colours" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The slope from the earth to the firmament - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe: Measurements of the Universe" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Set the course of the seven Stars - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe: Measurements of the Universe" transl. by Eleanor Hull

From the rigid earth down to the depths of hell - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe: Measurements of the Universe" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Five items of knowledge are required - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: I. The Creation of the Universe: Measurements of the Universe" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Heaven with its multitude of angels - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: II. The Heavenly Kingdom" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Mighty city with a hundred graces - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: II. The Heavenly Kingdom" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Three ramparts undecaying - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: II. The Heavenly Kingdom" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The eternal way of the four chief doors - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: II. The Heavenly Kingdom" transl. by Eleanor Hull

A mile across each single door - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: II. The Heavenly Kingdom" transl. by Eleanor Hull

A hundred melodies for every wing - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: II. The Heavenly Kingdom" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Found a place for the betrayal - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: IV. The Fall and Explulsion from Paradise" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Until we go faultless in our turn - "The Saltair na Rann, or Psalter of the Verses: IV. The Fall and Explulsion from Paradise" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Deepened to a perilous pit - "Second Winter-Song" transl. by Eleanor Hull

And every tear would turn a mill - "Shule Aroon" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Buy my love a sword of steel - "Shule Aroon" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Three ancient trees of purple pure - "Sickbed of Cuchulain: Laegh's Description of Fairy-Land" transl. by Eleanor Hull

In shelters and in secret places - "Sickbed of Cuchulain: The Lamentation of Fand When She Is About to Leave Cuchulain"

My tryst was never made with them - "Sickbed of Cuchulain: The Lamentation of Fand When She Is About to Leave Cuchulain"

His shoulder full of brightness - "Sickbed of Cuchulain: Summons to Cuchulain" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Exhaustion from unequal strife - "Sickbed of Cuchulain: Summons to Cuchulain" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The brown bittern speaks in the bog - "A Sleep Song" transl. by P.H. Pearse

The night-jar is abroad on the heath - "A Sleep Song" transl. by P.H. Pearse

Swirl the leaves before the tempest - "The Sleep-Song of Grainne Over Dermuid" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The linnet twitters in the darkling light - "The Sleep-Song of Grainne Over Dermuid" transl. by Eleanor Hull

His vengeful sword demands - "The Song of Childbirth" transl. by Eleanor Hull

The arrows that murder sleep - "The Song of Crede, Daughter of Guare" transl. by Alfred Perceval Graves

Pierced me through with immortal pain - "The Song of Crede, Daughter of Guare" transl. by Alfred Perceval Graves

A riven bloom on a restless branch - "The Song of Crede, Daughter of Guare" transl. by Alfred Perceval Graves

For Sorrow's fast on Friday - "The Song of the Seven Archangels" transl. by Ernest Rhys

While this yellow world is mine - "The Song of the Seven Archangels" transl. by Ernest Rhys

Was first betrothed to death - "The Source of Poetic Inspiration" transl. by Whitley Stokes

My vow demands my uttermost - "Teach Me, O Trinity" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Lir's vast host of shouting water - "Tempest on the Sea" transl. by Robin Flower

With the wind of east at morning - "Tempest on the Sea" transl. by Robin Flower

All the waves' wild hearts - "Tempest on the Sea" transl. by Robin Flower

Wind and winter met together - "Tempest on the Sea" transl. by Robin Flower

Conceals us from their reckoning - "Wooing of Etain: Mider's Call to Fairy-Land" transl. by Eleanor Hull

New milk and ale for drink - "Wooing of Etain: Mider's Call to Fairy-Land" transl. by Eleanor Hull

Stretching of strength beyond its bounds - "Wooing of Etain: What Is Love?" transl. by Eleanor Hull

All from The Poem-Book of the Gael on Project Gutenberg. Selected and edited by Eleanor Hull. The preface say poems are translated by Hull if not otherwise credited, but it's not clear if all poems were translated (I'm treating them as having been, but... I might be wrong). I'm separating out the poems that list clear authors (as opposed to attributions), and those will be indexed as normal.

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Where the breeze in its freedom blows - "The City" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

My spirit would grateful rise - "The City" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

In the van of a gallant vassal train - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things I" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Chilled their hearts with his icy touch - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things I" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

And check the mimic play of mirth - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things I" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

To which the lip alone gave birth - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things I" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Light that sports on frozen streams - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things I" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

When the mermaid sleeps in her ocean hall - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things I" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

That binds us to our sorrow - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things II: Song" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

A shrinking dread of an unearthly morrow - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things II: Song" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

A fixed doom that mocks our poor resistance - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things II: Song" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

A grisly demon dogs our steps - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things II: Song" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Pour her dreary note upon the solemn hour - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things III: Ruins" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Crimes that pale the cheek to dream - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things III: Ruins" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

That treachery should lurk beneath such smiles - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things IV: Sonnet" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Hidden serpent in a wreath of Eden - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things IV: Sonnet" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

A living tomb of buried hopes - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things IV: Sonnet" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The grave of ruined hearts which trusted - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things IV: Sonnet" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Arts which taught the soul excess of bliss - "Macedoine: By the Author of Other Things IV: Sonnet" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Pleasures which can come no more - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Hope's delusive, glittering beam - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Time's onward stream may flow before the aching light - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

With all its glittering train of joys - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

At Memory's touch returns again - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

To cheer the heart whose hopes are dead - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Which Memory flings around the past - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Which Time's cold blast had rudely torn - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

As Hope's sweet visions fade away - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

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Hung around with pikes and guns and bows - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

When winter's cold brought frost and snow - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

Nor was the houseless wanderer e'er driven from his hall - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

While he feasted all the great - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

And Autumn's falling leaves proclaimed - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

And mournful stillness reigned around - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

The new parade of theatres and fancy balls - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

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Beauty deck the Spring in flowers - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Rainbows sleeping in the green - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

The sweetest flow'r that gems the wild - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Hues upon the angel's form - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Flashing light of jeweled fire - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Heighten every dazzling charm - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Adorned by Art's surpassing taste - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Wild flowers spangling every green - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Woo all the stars from heaven's blue deep - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

And tears of bliss in silence weep - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Bright with the conscious power to bless - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Warm as loveliest star of night - A former student of the Male Sem. "The Rose of Cherokee" 1855 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

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And thought she was safe from the Fox - "The Fox and the Geese"

But she only thatched it with straw - "The Fox and the Geese"

Almost mad with the pain of his fall - "The Fox and the Geese"

With fright almost ready to die - "The Fox and the Geese"

Nearly smothered with heat and with smoke - "The Fox and the Geese"

Up the chimney was forced to fly - "The Fox and the Geese"

So hungry he went to his rest - "The Fox and the Geese"

Bees and butterflies tasting the fruits - "The Fox and the Geese"

If wisdom's right law they obey - "The Fox and the Geese"

This poem can be found in the book of the same title on Project Gutenberg. It's a variant of the story of the three little pigs, just with geese instead of pigs and a fox instead of a wolf.

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A blazing comet drop down hail - "I Saw a Peacock"

A cloud wrapped with ivy round - "I Saw a Peacock"

The sea brim full of ale - "I Saw a Peacock"

A well full of men's tears that weep - "I Saw a Peacock"

A house bigger than the moon and higher - "I Saw a Peacock"

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Pain often, stands by pleasures side [sic] - "Juvenile Sports; or, Youth's Pastimes"

While each his favorite sport enjoys - "Juvenile Sports; or, Youth's Pastimes"

Swift wafted by the gentle gale - "Juvenile Sports; or, Youth's Pastimes"

Deck'd out with stars and colors gay - "Juvenile Sports; or, Youth's Pastimes"

Now each regardless of a fall - "Juvenile Sports; or, Youth's Pastimes"

This book on Project Gutenberg.

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Hung fifty silver bells and nine - "The Queen of Elfland"

Your peer on earth I never did see - "The Queen of Elfland"

The plagues that are in hell light on the fruit - "The Queen of Elfland"

Lay down your head upon my knee - "The Queen of Elfland"

After it but few enquires - "The Queen of Elfland"

Till seven years were past and gone - "The Queen of Elfland"

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Though not quite so cheap as my jokes - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

You might venture to play with his claws - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

For which we've no takes to pay - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

Who cost not a penny for food - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

If all swords were as harmless as this - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

A mill that will go without water or wind - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

Without e'en a farthing's expense - "Wonders of a Toy-Shop"

Wonders of a Toy-Shop on Project Gutenberg. It's a picture book that seems to be aimed at selling toys.

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Build it up with iron and steel - "London Bridge"

Iron and steel will bend and bow - "London Bridge"

Build it up with wood and clay - "London Bridge"

Wood and clay will wash away - "London Bridge"

Build it up with stone so strong - "London Bridge"

I've only included bits from the less well-known verses of this nursery rhyme.

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The moon's my constant mistress - "Tom o' Bedlam"

Make me music to my sorrow - "Tom o' Bedlam"

Behold the stars at moral wars - "Tom o' Bedlam"

The moon embraces her shepherd - "Tom o' Bedlam"

With a heart of furious fancies - "Tom o' Bedlam"

With a burning spear, and a horse of air - "Tom o' Bedlam"

With a Knight of ghosts and shadows - "Tom o' Bedlam"

Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end - "Tom o' Bedlam"

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Per the publication where I found these, they might be by the same author or by two authors in dialogue with each other. The editor wasn't certain.

With singed pinions tumbling down - "The Belles of Williamsburg"

In order bright to our parade - "The Belles of Williamsburg"

And catch the magic of her eye - "The Belles of Williamsburg"

Through all the mazes of the dance - "The Belles of Williamsburg"

Mistook the maid for his own Psyche - "The Belles of Williamsburg"

Blunts the dart that from her quiver flies - "The Belles of Williamsburg"

Who bend before Apollo's shrine - "Sequel to The Belles of Williamsburg"

What giddy raptures fill the brain - "Sequel to The Belles of Williamsburg"

Envy with her venomed dart - "Sequel to The Belles of Williamsburg"

Beneath the myrtle's fragrant shade - "Sequel to The Belles of Williamsburg"

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The elfish glare of a polar night - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

This ocean kingdom and coral throne - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

And his tireless vassal be - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

In the bannered hall of state - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

And thwart Ambition's schemes - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

And enlighten his darkest dreams - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

To the hall of mirth advance - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

Scatter the ancient mist of gloom - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

The heights of Parnassus climb - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

In the babbling brooks of rhyme - "The Whale's Last Moments: A Lamp-Light Musing"

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And the whole is less than the half - "Turvey Top"

And the parallels met whenever they chose - "Turvey Top"

The mile that walked to you - "Turvey Top"

Chess-boards neatly bound - "Turvey Top"

Curses a world he cannot mend - "Turvey Top"

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Comes with herald clouds of dust - "Superior Nonsense Verses"

Seek him at the eagle's nest - "Superior Nonsense Verses"

Or Pallas wake her sounding lyre - "Superior Nonsense Verses"

Mid Ether's columned temples - "Superior Nonsense Verses"

Through sullen Lethe's iron gate - "Superior Nonsense Verses"

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A moving form or rigid mass - "Song of the Screw"

Multiplied by angle of rotation - "Song of the Screw"

Measure by parallelogram construction - "Song of the Screw"

Reciprocal will be their name - "Song of the Screw"

Rotation now to force convert - "Song of the Screw"

Freedom and constraint of motion - "Song of the Screw"

Of Impulse, Energy and Force - "Song of the Screw"

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How mournful is the silence - "Sean Dana"

Waste not thy lamps - "Sean Dana"

Lamps of a thousand flames - "Sean Dana"

Under thy dark-blue gates - "Sean Dana"

The dark embraces of the storm - "Sean Dana"

Not a song, a shell, or a harp - "Sean Dana"

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Sovereign of the golden lyre - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

The flowers of Eden sprung - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

Sheltered from the noon-tide - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

In the music of the breeze - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

Strung across with golden wires - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

Twine a chaplet of deathless flowers - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

That people the depths of air - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

When I speak the wizard prayer - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

The boundless fields of glowing day - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

Where I weave my strongest spell - "Ode: The Birth of Poesy"

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In beauty reached the divine - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

Level with the floating clouds - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

The host of stars is scattered - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

That mourners in their turn were mourned - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

Contain a thousand years' sorrow - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

Without the falcon's wings to carry me - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

Rival the flying wind's swiftness - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

My sorrows being hidden - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

With an undivided heart I loved - Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry (translated by Arthur Waley)

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To nations a vengeance - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

Bright herald of glory - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

Written of brightness and light - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

To the realm of the pure - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

Peaceless they fell - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

Through secret words of prophets - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

To whom glory I gave - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

Abiding under the darkness - "Cynewulf's Elene" (translated by James M. Garnett c.1900, revised 1911)

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This is just snippets with no authorial attribution; those from this periodical that have listed authors will be posted under those authors.

Some other snippets in various anonymous posts may come from this publication. There was a point when I wasn't tracking periodical sources as part of the snippet attribution, and I can't easily identify those snippets now.

Iron bars fenced in God's Acre from tired wanderer's feet - "A City Weed" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.707, 14 July 1877]

Broken lay the slabs which love had raised - "A City Weed" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.707, 14 July 1877]

O'erflowing with a wintry rain of tears - "A City Weed" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.707, 14 July 1877]

Heart-sick with longings for the nevermore - "A City Weed" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.707, 14 July 1877]

Faint with memories of bygone years - "A City Weed" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.707, 14 July 1877]

A breezy common with a heaven of stars - "A City Weed" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.707, 14 July 1877]

From troubled dreams of dead and dying, waking - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Weary Age, bowed down with care and sadness - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Passes contented through life's busy throng - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Our steps may falter, but our hearts rejoice - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Fair fields of fragrant crimson clover - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Shedding a halo of celestial brightness - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Mingle with the pure fountains of her joyous tears - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

The dark memory of long nights of sorrow - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Her heart's wild doubting cease - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Where muffled drums made mourning - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

While the merry lark is proudly soaring - "The Dawn of Peace" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.37-v.I, 13 Sept. 1884]

Where once bloomed my Lady's flowers - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

The twisting woodbines weave o'er all their clustering bowers - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

The fruit-trees from the wall droop forgotten and forlorn - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

The rose-trees, thick and tall, from their trellis-work are torn - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

Once velvet-smooth for the dainty steps of youth - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

Overgrown with the rank grass all unmown - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

All haunted by the memory of old flowers - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

Grow these wild-wood blooms undaunted - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

Restore golden days and fairy flowers to these wearied hearts - "A Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.106-v.III, 9 Jan. 1886]

Purple tints fade into mist - "Evening on the Lake" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.30-v.I, 26 July 1884]

Sinks to a gray subdued and tender - "Evening on the Lake" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.30-v.I, 26 July 1884]

The grousecock crows on heathered knoll - "Evening on the Lake" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.30-v.I, 26 July 1884]

Over earth a higher heaven - "Evening on the Lake" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.30-v.I, 26 July 1884]

And changes all my fears to joys - "Ever Believe Me Affectionately Yours" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.704, 23 June 1877]

I hold you to this written gage - "Ever Believe Me Affectionately Yours" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.704, 23 June 1877]

From all blame shall set you free - "Ever Believe Me Affectionately Yours" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.704, 23 June 1877]

Though we again may never meet - "Ever Believe Me Affectionately Yours" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.704, 23 June 1877]

Let's not forget the by-gone days - "Ever Believe Me Affectionately Yours" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.704, 23 June 1877]

Let that great love still for me plead - "Ever Believe Me Affectionately Yours" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.704, 23 June 1877]

Shade and light and leaf and thorn - "A Hawthorn Story" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.46-v.I, 15 Nov. 1884]

Light in the lattice and stars above - "A Hawthorn Story" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.46-v.I, 15 Nov. 1884]

The memory sweet of summer winds and countless roses - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

In every season is some victory won - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

While you whisper in their vacant places - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

Watch for your coming on the golden shore - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

Let not toil or sorrow still the sweet music - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

From every dawn some ray of comfort borrow - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

The hearts that nameless woes have riven - "Hope On, Hope Ever" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.48-v.I, 29 Nov. 1884]

The thrush sits mute upon the apple-bough - "July" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.29-v.I, 19 July 1884]

The blackbird, tenant of the farmhouse porch - "July" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.29-v.I, 19 July 1884]

In quick succession fall upon the parching earth - "July" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.29-v.I, 19 July 1884]

Owns the power beneficent of healing rain - "July" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.29-v.I, 19 July 1884]

Aught that occasioned a pang of regret - "Let Bygones Be Bygones" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.730, 22 Dec. 1877]

Let them in darkest oblivion be shrouded - "Let Bygones Be Bygones" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.730, 22 Dec. 1877]

And good be extracted from ill - "Let Bygones Be Bygones" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.730, 22 Dec. 1877]

The wisest of mortals have foolishly acted - "Let Bygones Be Bygones" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.730, 22 Dec. 1877]

Purge out the leaven of malice - "Let Bygones Be Bygones" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.730, 22 Dec. 1877]

Although my early dream is o'er - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

I ask no parting token - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

No anguish there mine eyes can trace - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

Though this fond heart is breaking - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

Betray the fears that move thee - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

That shallow heart that was not worth the sharing - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

And have I sold my peace for this? - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

One word would make it stronger - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

While I alone must bear the wrong - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

Blasted trust low in the dust lies bleeding - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

Ascend to fortune's loftiest hill - "Parting Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.50-v.I, 13 Dec. 1884]

Six little words arrest me every day - "Six Little Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.7-v.I, 16 Feb. 1884]

Divinely writ within my heart - "Six Little Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.7-v.I, 16 Feb. 1884]

This warns me that my way is barred - "Six Little Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.7-v.I, 16 Feb. 1884]

In this is summed up all my might - "Six Little Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.7-v.I, 16 Feb. 1884]

By the soul imprest with freedom's seal - "Six Little Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.7-v.I, 16 Feb. 1884]

Which else might vague and dim appear - "Six Little Words" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.7-v.I, 16 Feb. 1884]

One among the thousand voice of the spring - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

Alone and all unrivalled - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

What burden of that patient strain - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

A low-tuned sigh for lost delights - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

And the glad hours flew unmarred - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

Some sweet alloy of hope - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

Though clouds across thy heaven throng - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

Woos the stern hour with a lulling tone - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

The sound of sere leaves blown in rustling eddies - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

Where Autumn's glory by the wind is laid - "The Solitary Singer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.19-v.I, 10 May 1884]

Let me wander hand-in-hand with Thought - "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand-in-hand with Thought]" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.693, 7 April 1877]

Woodland paths and lone sequestered shades - "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand-in-hand with Thought]" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.693, 7 April 1877]

With dewy wreaths of early violets wrought - "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand-in-hand with Thought]" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.693, 7 April 1877]

Voices full of laughter and wild glee - "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand-in-hand with Thought]" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.693, 7 April 1877]

With sleeping voice, that softly, slowly dies - "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand-in-hand with Thought]" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.693, 7 April 1877]

Let me wander hand in hand with Thought - "Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.739, 23 Feb. 1878]

With dewy wreaths of early violets wrought - "Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.739, 23 Feb. 1878]

Full of laughter and wild glee - "Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.739, 23 Feb. 1878]

Through the surging sea of swaying boughs - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

Their fragrant perfume scattering on the Dawn - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

Nestles by the side of proud auricula - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

Narcissus scents, with his frankincense sweet - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

His liquid carol pours from the old blackthorn - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

She wakes rejoicing from her Winter sleep - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

And with a thousand voices welcomes Spring - "A Spring Bouquet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.738, 16 Feb. 1878]

Have left their veils on the everlasting hills - "Spring Showers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.695, 21 April 1877]

Angels have trodden the dales - "Spring Showers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.695, 21 April 1877]

And spirits have touched the rills - "Spring Showers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.695, 21 April 1877]

Has made the earth's bosom his throne - "Spring Showers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.695, 21 April 1877]

And the primrose is pure in the sun - "Spring Showers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.695, 21 April 1877]

The sun has turned the point of Capricorn - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

Pluck from Winter's wings the plumes of darkness - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

To wind his silver horn for your return - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

As often as she views your empty places - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

To shield the weak against the arms of might - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

Sip the first nectar of the liberal year - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

As similes light up the poet's song - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

Your mellowing sun, your regal moon, your dewy drops - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

Nor e'en to scorn the bindweed's flossy gold - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

Foxglove's banner hung with purple flowers - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

The last daisy shivering in November's cold - "To the Coming of Flowers" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.688, 3 March 1877]

Sable clouds with roseate streaks and golden threads - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

Rings his shrill clear challenge on the breaking morn - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

The cricket chirps amid the barley - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

The skylark plumes his wing for early rising - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

The drowsy sweet forgetfulness of night - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

Shadows of dreamland pass from earth - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

Into the mystic world of things unseen - "'Twixt Daybreak and Daylight" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.33-v.I, 16 Aug. 1884]

Shrank from the kiss of the fickle wind - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

Would own the power of her peerless sway - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

Flown was the lure of her witching spell - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

How near I had been to my longed-for prize - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

One half of the care I had spent in vain - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

The joy of its countless charms untold - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

By slight and neglect in time of need - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

No solace have we on which to lean - "The Two Roses" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.752, 25 May 1878]

The threshold of the door that leads to Freedom - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

No more an idle dream, an empty name - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

From cares and troubles free - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

Whatever fairest gifts and best the gods have given - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

No more than a vain dream, an empty name - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

I have been wrecked in stormy seas - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

Know the days and dreams of long ago - "Youth and Age" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.132-v.III, 10 July 1886]

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Clouds that cannot save - "The Ocean Wanderer"

The mutiny of Memory's gloom - "The Ocean Wanderer"

Lull Vesuvius to repose - "The Ocean Wanderer"

Soft Architect of silvery gleams - "The Ocean Wanderer"

The gnarled monuments of sand - "The Ocean Wanderer"

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Nothing like a doubt or qualm - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: I. The First or Bridge Hole"

A Scylla in the form of rushes - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: II. The Second or Cartgate Hole"

Charybdis which in ruts appears - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: II. The Second or Cartgate Hole"

Still perils in the path - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: III. The Third Hole"

Which equally is death - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: III. The Third Hole"

Shows the ancient proverb's force - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: III. The Third Hole"

Thy swelling griefs control - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: IV. The Fourth or Ginger-Beer Hole"

Inwards it will breed acidity - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: IV. The Fourth or Ginger-Beer Hole"

From within come tones of fear - "The Nine Holes of the Links of St. Andrews: V. The Hell Hole"

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With each sense subdued - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

Arrived at bloom of beauty - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

In his heart impatient - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

Meet with unaverted eye - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

True in word and strict in vow - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

By her messengers of trust - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

With adverse fortune fall - "Nala and Damayanti" (translated by Henry Hart Milman)

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To dark oblivion's goal - "Hours of Childhood"

The more replete with fear - "Hours of Childhood"

Not a wish was unsupplied - "Hours of Childhood"

The calmest sunshine of the heart - "Hours of Childhood"

And wash them with untimely tears - "Hours of Childhood"

Supreme in sullen loneliness - "Hours of Childhood"

By the frown of tyrants - "Hours of Childhood"

Like morning's fleeting shadow - "Hours of Childhood"

With all the luxury of thought - "Hours of Childhood"

The true pathway of our fate - "Hours of Childhood"

Upon the torrent wave of time - "Hours of Childhood"

Gentle twilight's fairy fingers - "Hours of Childhood"

Faint streaks of doubtful light - "Hours of Childhood"

The flame of future victories - "Hours of Childhood"

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And Love keeps sentry - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

And bless his dreaming land - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

The melody that earth affords - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

The melody the brave hear - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

Varied as a zephyr's wing - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

The mind can on itself rely - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

Above earth's petty things - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

Who shook Rome's destinies - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

Let its greener laurels flourish - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

Think each smile a snare - "The Heart: Addressed to Miss --"

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Rose fresher from the breeze - "Flora: a Vision"

Shot his golden beams askance - "Flora: a Vision"

Liberty long since forlorn - "Flora: a Vision"

Among the vocal reeds - "Flora: a Vision"

The last track of parting light - "Flora: a Vision"

Buds unset by mortal hand - "Flora: a Vision"

That without planting grow - "Flora: a Vision"

Creation's first imperfect hours - "Flora: a Vision"

Looking backward on preceding time - "Flora: a Vision"

With thirst of praise and glory burns - "Flora: a Vision"

The glories of their gaudy reign - "Flora: a Vision"

From human eyes seclude - "Flora: a Vision"

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Sad and sober to the eye - "Extract from an Unpublished Poem by the Author of Howard Pinckney, Etc."

Gave a charm to solitude - "Extract from an Unpublished Poem by the Author of Howard Pinckney, Etc."

Sought the nurture of the brook - "Extract from an Unpublished Poem by the Author of Howard Pinckney, Etc."

Though all unseen his chain - "Extract from an Unpublished Poem by the Author of Howard Pinckney, Etc."

To haunt me with its wrath - "Extract from an Unpublished Poem by the Author of Howard Pinckney, Etc."

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While gliding Spectres scream'd - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

But not subjected to her gentle Reign - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

Other Incense on their Altars blaz'd - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

The many Temples rising fair - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

Within her Hand a vacant String - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

On whose dread Altar breath'd - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

The Boon of full Impunity - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

No more in Cloisters drear - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

That crooked Path to Fame - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

Beyond the Circle of its Sphere - "An Elegy Written Among the Ruins of an Abbey"

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Last inspired my pen - "Another Peep at the Links"

Just a moment to digress - "Another Peep at the Links"

Fish with minnow as with fly - "Another Peep at the Links"

Has paid the debt of nature - "Another Peep at the Links"

Confess myself for once deceived - "Another Peep at the Links"

No common stretch of sight - "Another Peep at the Links"

Requires no prophet's skill to trace - "Another Peep at the Links"

On the tide of generations flows - "Another Peep at the Links"

And challenge all the world - "Another Peep at the Links"

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With your ointments mix your tears - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

Thought to fill my soul with grief - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

But sorrow came not - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

The tempter's silvery tone - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

To seek for bliss alone - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

Reap the hopes I had - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

To taste our bitterest woe - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

Who climbed the rugged steep - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

In the ages yet to run - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

To sorrowing hearts a gracious promise - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

Scattering our night-born ills - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

When sorrow's clouds are circling - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

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I found this in the December 1849 issue of Graham's Magazine on Project Gutenberg.

Over all within their vortex - "The Misanthrope"

The eclipse of Heaven's brightness - "The Misanthrope"

Though writ in fiery characters - "The Misanthrope"

The power to judge an erring creature - "The Misanthrope"

To note their secret depths - "The Misanthrope"

To bind myself upon the wheel - "The Misanthrope"

To turn the heart to bitter gall - "The Misanthrope"

Fruit as bitter as the Dead Sea's - "The Misanthrope"

Infuriated in the hunter's toils - "The Misanthrope"

Implant their poisonous venom - "The Misanthrope"

To be repaid by darker hate - "The Misanthrope"

The chaplet round the brow of Fame - "The Misanthrope"

The channels where deceit has crept - "The Misanthrope"

Have repaid my love with guile - "The Misanthrope"

Contains a portion of immortality - "The Misanthrope"

Wrestled with the storms of Time - "The Misanthrope"

In the visions the arch-enchanters have raised - "The Misanthrope"

Schooled myself to be a hypocrite - "The Misanthrope"

Shaken confidence and cheated hopes - "The Misanthrope"

Strong as the avenging fury - "The Misanthrope"

These painted lizards crawled aside - "The Misanthrope"

Might create revelry in Hell - "The Misanthrope"

The fate of the Olympus-stricken Niobe - "The Misanthrope"

A pathway left for Lucifer - "The Misanthrope"

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Let none judge us rashly - "Address to St. Andrews"

Or the zealots who sung them - "Address to St. Andrews"

Give zest to the cheer - "Address to St. Andrews"

On the wild wing of thought - "Addressed to a Friend"

With pure spirits in regions of light - "Addressed to a Friend"

To court the kindred gloom - "Addressed to a Young Lady"

She walked on the edge of the steep - "Agnes and the Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Never a better the Queen might wear - "Agnes and the Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

His eyes are two keen blades - "Alain the Fox" (translated by F.G. Fleay)

Making sharp their arms of terror - "Alain the Fox" (translated by F.G. Fleay)

They sang words without falsehood - "Alexander the Great"

The earth that rides upon his neck - "Alexander the Great"

Gave the strain to wild despair - "The Alter'd Lay"

Too young to own the flame - "The Alter'd Lay"

Soft pity's sorrowing look - "The Alter'd Lay"

Nine tailors with their shears - "American Parody of Swinburne's 'The Creation of Man'"

And wrought with prophetic passion - "American Parody of Swinburne's 'The Creation of Man'"

Through moor, and moss, and many a mire - "Annan Water"

A glorious crown adorns - "Antiphon" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

While endless ages run - "Apolutikion" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

And Sorrow usurps her control - "Apostrophe to Health" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Where grateful thistles bloom - "As-cription"

The stinging brood of scorn - "As-cription"

Pheasants flew down from the rafters - "At Fifteen I Went Off to the Army" transl. by Burton Watson

To bear the red rose company - "Babylon"

And gold in the earth below - anonymous? "The Ballad of Meikle-Mouthed Meg"

By arriving has finished - Anonymous "Bed"

Bring us in no bacon - "Bring Us in Good Ale"

None but my foe to be my guide - Anonymous "Burd Helen"

Sipping of honey and dew his fill - "Butterfly Wisdom" [Pages for Laughing Eyes, no date. Project Gutenberg]

The butterfly spread his wings to the sky - "Butterfly Wisdom" [Pages for Laughing Eyes, no date. Project Gutenberg]

Where never had lodged a poisonous dart - "Butterfly Wisdom" [Pages for Laughing Eyes, no date. Project Gutenberg]

Drew from an alien fire - "By Proxy" [anonymous in Oxford Poetry, 1918]

Dashed upon its bed of stone - "The Cascade"

Mingled in sweet symphony - "The Cascade"

Winter had thrown his icy chain - "The Cascade"

A wooden cradle that rocks on the mould - "The Cherry Tree Carol"

The sun and the moon shall uprise with me - "The Cherry Tree Carol"

Your wicked minds requite - "The Children in the Wood"

The fire and the water agree - "Cobbe's Prophecies"

The blasted trees will not wither - "Cobbe's Prophecies"

With a minstrel standing by - "Come Lasses and Lads"

And played for ale and cakes - "Come Lasses and Lads"

And bound themselves, by kisses twelve - "Come Lasses and Lads"

At so proud an altitude - "Contentment"

Altitude on Fortune's ladder - "Contentment"

Multiplied beyond the reach of numbers - "The Coral Island" [The Mirror of Literature v.10, no.279 (20 October 1827)]

Which out of water brought forth solid rock - "The Coral Island" [The Mirror of Literature v.10, no.279 (20 October 1827)]

Keeps no record of wrongs - 1 Corinthians 13:1-13

To Pluto's realms steering - "The Corsair"

Old Neptune's silent builder - "The Corsair"

Where Night her starlight pours - "The Corsair"

Clamorous as a raven - "The Corsair"

Leading up Insects and Birds to Parnassus - "The Council of Dogs"

You can harvest the bitter tomato - "Counsel to a Bridegroom" transl. from Mandinka by Bala Saho

Do not touch her roots - "Counsel to a Bridegroom" transl. from Mandinka by Bala Saho

Must have the tomb for rest - "The Cross by the Way (Kroaz ann Hent)" (Translation by Tom Taylor)

Blood, wine, and glee - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

Oak, earth and waves - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

Battle, dance, and song - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

Song of the blue steel - "The Dance of the Sword" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

Cross the paper waves and printed sands - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo" [ http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/datasonnet-for-prince-giolo/ ]

To charge a royal copper from your hands - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo" [ http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/datasonnet-for-prince-giolo/ ]

My ghost defies them yet - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo" [ http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/datasonnet-for-prince-giolo/ ]

I shall miss him when the flowers come - "The Dead Brother"

Roam on the banks of the river of peace - "The Dead Brother"

That wakes not for our weeping - "Deirdre's Lament for the Sons of Usnach" (Translated by Sir Samuel Ferguson)

Alone enchant the heaven - "Deirdre's Lament for the Sons of Usnach" (Translated by Sir Samuel Ferguson)

Never so rash a steersman - "The Drowning of John Remorsson"

To loose a link never made - "Eadwacer" transl. from Old English by Kemp Malone

Snares he set on every path - "The Enchanted Maiden" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

So hot the hounds went on her trail - "The Enchanted Maiden" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And my seven maidens as seven wolves - "The Enchanted Maiden" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And a golden band about my neck - anonymous? "The Famous Flower of Serving-Men"

With a silver rapier by my side - anonymous? "The Famous Flower of Serving-Men"

Upon her head a crown of gold - anonymous? "The Famous Flower of Serving-Men"

Faster and fiercer rolls the tide - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

That follows on our track - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

Why extinction is our doom - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

No voices speak our name - an anonymous Cherokee "[Faster and fiercer rolls the tide]" published in the Cherokee Advocate in 1871 (per Changing Is Not Vanishing)

If I laughed when the crocodile died - "Father William" [but not the Lewis Carroll version]

The source of dreams by night - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"

The unrivall'd Falstaff of the ground - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"

Round all the scarlet ring - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"

Displays the greatest art - "The First Hole at St. Andrews on a Crowded Day"

The fort over against the oak-wood - "The Fort of Rathangan"

The fort remains after each in his turn - "The Fort of Rathangan"

And the kings asleep in the ground - "The Fort of Rathangan"

And the Hounds all after him go - "The Fox Jumps Over the Parson's Gate"

That shines like twisted sunlight - "Frangipanni"

Sink into my soul's eclipse - "Frangipanni"

No garland for this aching head - "Frangipanni"

When first the dice of gold upon the board did run - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And I will wager my golden crown - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Now for the match that I must make - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Without rancour or spleen - "The Golfer's Garland"

And bloodless the laurels we reap - "The Golfer's Garland"

And forget to grow old - "The Golfer's Garland"

To crown our devotion - "The Golfer's Garland"

Brought coin and bustle - "The Golfiad"

With choicest skill and grace - "The Golfiad"

Our tools were useless all - "The Golfiad"

So now the match is square - "The Golfiad"

Keep foreign foes in awe - "Golfing Song"

Gathered ghosts, wise and foolish - "The Graveyard" transl. by Burton Watson

Allows not a moment of lingering - "The Graveyard" transl. by Burton Watson

Ever her needle is in her mouth - "Havbor and Signelil" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And ever she drains the goblet out - "Havbor and Signelil" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Thy bulwarks diamonds square - Anonymous "The Heavenly Jerusalem"

None but my foe to be my guide - "Helen of Kirconnell"

And I am weary of the skies - "Helen of Kirconnell"

Where the waters yawn - "Hirmos" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

And cruel monsters grin - "Hirmos" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

But the battle is raging northward - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And he is crowned with the red, red gold - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Scarce a tithe of all that host that won back home again - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Gone hunting to bring his deer to bay - "The Hunt Is Up"

And the merry horn wakes up the morn - "The Hunt Is Up"

With golden dyes are glowing all around - "The Hunt Is Up"

Many are the keepsakes that she's sent me - "I Have a Young Sister"

Without longing in my mind - "I Have a Young Sister"

The winds at our command - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)

Tore away its ancient root - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)

And laughed against the red - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)

We had no other music - "In Hebrid Seas" (Translation by Thomas Pattison)

The mingled wine and brine - "Indifference"

Mingle our pence for some bread - "Jack Jingle and Sucky Shingle"

A velvet purse that holds a hundred pounds - "Jack Jingle and Sucky Shingle"

And all my sorrow lie with thee - anonymous? "Kemp Owyne"

Soaring high to the bright windows of the sky - "Kindness to Animals" [Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories (ed. by Hamilton Wright Mabie, William Byron Forbush, and Edward Everett Hale). 1927]

Bright windows of the sky - Anonymous "Kindness to Animals"

Tied up her sleeves with ribbons of silk - "King Erik and the Scornful Maid" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And therefore the land lies in peril - "The King-Slaying in Finderup, 1285" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

They watched thro' time and tide - "The King-Slaying in Finderup, 1285" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Fire and food in the royal court - "The King-Slaying in Finderup, 1285" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Over three kingdoms my father was King - "The Knavish Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Fifty fathom they sank to ground - "The Knavish Merman" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

That warps about the stone - anonymous? "The Laidley Worm o' Spindleston-Heughs"

Death behind his back - "The Lament of Queen Maev" (Translation by T.W. Rolleston)

Terror went before him - "The Lament of Queen Maev" (Translation by T.W. Rolleston)

Where the deep Mississippi meanders - "Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon"

Though unmentioned in geography - "Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon"

Quaff the most sparkling of water - "Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon"

With his merry men well weaponed in steel - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

A small greyhound run down both hart and hind - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Not to be won with engine of war - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

The King in vain laid siege thereto - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

I'd scale the walls of hell - "Lost Love"

Nor for any outward part - "Love Not Me for Comely Grace"

Not a spider in the sky - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"

As flies run up the window pane - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"

Under the fountains and under the graves - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"

No space for receipt of a fly - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"

Set a thousand guards upon her - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"

You may inveigle the phoenix - Anonymous "Love's Enterprise"

Bind on your helms of the burning gold - "Lovel and John" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Sorrow and care shall he have with me - "Lovel and John" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

To smooth so rough a path - Anonymous "Loyalty Confined"

From me what adamant can part - Anonymous "Loyalty Confined"

Alone can captivate my mind - Anonymous "Loyalty Confined"

Oxen and kine they drive abroad - "The Maiden at the Thing" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And the branches bowed beneath my foot - "The Maiden's Morning Dream" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

My seven brief hours of mortal life - "Midges in the Sunshine"

As I danced in the flickering sunshine - "Midges in the Sunshine"

Where's the money to come from - "Milking Pails"

Sell my father's feather bed - "Milking Pails"

Suppose the boat should be upset - "Milking Pails"

Like a drowsy buttercup - "The Moon Is Up"

And love forget it not - "The Moon's Pale Ray"

The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"

Whose armour shone like gold - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"

The grey goose winge that was there-on - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"

Who announces the ages of the moon - "The Mystery of Amergin" (translated by Dr Douglas Hyde)

In beggars as in kings - Anonymous "Natural Comparisons with Perfect Love"

The turtles cannot sing - Anonymous "Natural Comparisons with Perfect Love"

Who have traveled the same road - "The Ne'er Digressing Quartette"

That offer wary windmills to the Rich - "Nonsense"

Grow from geese to swans - "Nonsense"

Made friends in a left-handed trance - "Nonsense"

Under the sky of brightness - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken

Our iron spears will be a forest - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken

The sun will be our flag - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken

Have fulfilled my debt to Heaven - "Oghuzname Epic" transl. by Aziz Isa Elken

He promised he'd buy me a fairing - "Oh! Dear!"

And both their shields were shattered there - "Oh, Seventy-Seven Twice-Told Were They" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Danced with oak-tree in his belt - "Oh, Seventy-Seven Twice-Told Were They" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Put on your charm of gold - "Old May Song"

Be not in pride offended - "Old May Song"

Barren of every glorious theme - Anon. "On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America"

Banished to the ivy tree - "Once"

With a comb and a glass in her hand - "One Friday Morn"

Add light to Phoebus' eyes - Anonymous "A Pagan Epitaph"

The bowl that burns with intoxication - "Pledge" [The Pearl Box. No date. Credited to 'A Pastor.']

Touch not the bowl that burns - "Pledge" [The Pearl Box. No date. Credited to 'A Pastor.']

Follies all fetched afar - "A Poet's Valentine" (parody of Swinburne's "The Creation of Man")

Jokes that jingle and jar - "A Poet's Valentine" (parody of Swinburne's "The Creation of Man")

No we send hampers of honey - "A Poet's Valentine" (parody of Swinburne's "The Creation of Man")

My naked feet I've torn - "The Poor Clerk (Ar C'Hloarek Paour)" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

Through field and brake of thorn - "The Poor Clerk (Ar C'Hloarek Paour)" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

The lily newly opened - "The Poor Clerk (Ar C'Hloarek Paour)" (Translated by Tom Taylor)

Let it be hail, rain, freeze or snow - "Poor Old Horse"

To the huntsman let him go - "Poor Old Horse"

An a white scarf he did wear - anonymous? "Proud Lady Margaret"

Close all the havens with iron bands - "Queen Bengerd" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Hut of wood and hingeless door - "Queen Bengerd" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Now bid the peasant pay no tax - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Hoisted up their sails of silk all on the golden mast - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Loose every captive from his irons - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

And tax not the peasant's plough - "Queen Dagmar's Bridal, 1205" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Each hour a pearl - Anon. "The Rosary"

A heart in absence wrong - Anon. "The Rosary"

Rosy apple, lemon, or pear - "Rosy Apple, Lemon, or Pear"

Bunch of roses she shall wear - "Rosy Apple, Lemon, or Pear"

Gold and silver by her side - "Rosy Apple, Lemon, or Pear"

On royal meats I've fed - anonymous? "The Royal Court"

Enamelled bright with flowers of every sort - anonymous? "The Royal Court"

His table is bedecked with moss - anonymous? "The Royal Court"

Without tapers they may give a light - "A Royal Guest"

We entertain Him always like a stranger - "A Royal Guest"

Those delicate wanderers - "Sacrifice"

In miracles of fire - "Sacrifice"

The silence of the height - "Sacrifice"

Lead to the soul's desire - "Sacrifice"

But should not cost the saint a tear - "The Saint's Rest" [The Pearl Box. No date. Credited to 'A Pastor.']

Upon the silent face of a dark dial in a sunless place - "The Sea of Death"

Soon lost for new love - Anonymous "The Shepherds Farewell"

Where was blossom hangs a berry - "Silly Sweetheart"

Where was darkness shines a moon - "Silly Sweetheart"

And we both rode off together - "Sledburn Fair"

Washed over with champagne - "Song" from Poems on Golf by the Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society

Like giants flushed with wing - "Song" from Poems on Golf by the Edinburgh Burgess Golfing Society

We have brought you a bunch of May - "Song of the Mayers"

Upon branches of a thousand blossoms - "The Song of the Thrush"

The bard of the leaves - "The Song of the Thrush"

From the bitter wind gets grief - "A Song of Winter"

The old egg of my desire - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"

Full of mirth and cheese - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"

Spoken by mournful mouths - "Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House"

Was made in necessity blameless - "The Soul (From 'The Black Book of Caermarthen.')" (translated by ??)

With seven created beings - "The Soul (From 'The Black Book of Caermarthen.')" (translated by ??)

And grief could not reach me - "The Soul (From 'The Black Book of Caermarthen.')" (translated by ??)

Tell Zeal it wants devotion - Anonymous "The Soul's Errand"

No stab the soul can kill - Anonymous "The Soul's Errand"

Though ache and exhaustion wrapped me - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson

Her tears falling in a hundred streams - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson

With tempers as violent as thunder - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson

Souls bound by a single longing - "Southeast the Peacock Flies" transl. by Burton Watson

Steals the soul with her song - "Stanzas"

To eat the bread of strife - "Sticheron Idiomelon" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

To fill the mouths of hungry souls - "Stool-Ball"

Much time is wasted now away - "Stool-Ball"

Where Anubis was at his side - "The Story of Pyramid Thothmes"

In one rich embassy of gold - "The Summer"

More powerful than a hundred - "The Tercets of Llywarc'h"

Heaven is higher nor the tree - "There Was a Knight"

Hell is deeper nor the sea - "There Was a Knight"

Hunger is sharper nor a thorn - "There Was a Knight"

Tortoiseshell hairpins with a pair of pearls - "There's Someone I Think Of" transl. by Burton Watson

And fling the ashes to the wind - "There's Someone I Think Of" transl. by Burton Watson

Fine food for the crows - "They Fought South of the Wall" transl. by Burton Watson

Rushes and reed banks cluster darkly - "They Fought South of the Wall" transl. by Burton Watson

Ploughed it with a ram's horn - "Three Acres of Land"

Ten thousand pounds to one penny - "The Three Children" [Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories (ed. by Hamilton Wright Mabie, William Byron Forbush, and Edward Everett Hale). 1927]

To revel on time without end - "The Three Expectants" transl. by George Borrow

Cannot bide your flattering tongue - "Three Knights from Spain"

Together, intertwined, one enemy - "Three Poetry Fragments Unearthed at Turpan Bezeklik" transl. by Dolkun Kamberi and Jeffrey Yang

What knowledge you seek - "Three Poetry Fragments Unearthed at Turpan Bezeklik" transl. by Dolkun Kamberi and Jeffrey Yang

Buckle on my spirit's skate - "Thy Heart"

The crystal song of the woodbine - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"

Hushes the rocks to sleep - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"

Bathed in a crumbling dew - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"

O'er my peacock's shattered plumes - "To the Fox"

Sentinel of the morning light - "To the Lark"

My rapt delusion greet - "To the Mocking-Bird"

To teach Omnipotence - "To the Mocking-Bird"

We'll try the rogue, by Judge and Jury - "The Trial and Execution of the Sparrow for Killing Cock Robin"

A few grains of wheat lay at the barn door - "The Trial and Execution of the Sparrow for Killing Cock Robin"

When the Bat he beheld in pursuit of the Sparrow - "The Trial and Execution of the Sparrow for Killing Cock Robin"

Thought it not safe near such Justice to stay - "The Trial and Execution of the Sparrow for Killing Cock Robin"

At midnight there are no voices - "Tzu-yeh Songs" transl. by Burton Watson

At every seam red gold shone through - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Of eleven maidens the handiwork - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

The King himself bore up the bier - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Burst the door with rage and wrath - "Valdemar and Tove (B)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Of mercy in the last day - "The Vision of Seth" (Translated by Edwin Norris)

Even into hell descending - "The Vision of Seth" (Translated by Edwin Norris)

When the sullen sky stoops with its weight of terror - "Watchword" [The Continental Monthly, v.1, no.2, February 1862]

When the Devil goes blind - anonymous song title "We'll All Go To Heaven When the Devil Goes Blind"

Where melancholy Sulphur holds her sway - "Where Avalanches Wail"

Dancing in the meteor's hall of power - "Where Avalanches Wail"

Every sense and scene of joy - "Where Is the Spirit World?" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Intimate connections between our world and heaven - "Where Is the Spirit World?" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

I wish the wind may never cease - "The Wife of Usher's Well"

Harbouring ill under a blithe bearing - "Wife's Lament" transl. from Old English by Kemp Malone

Hard in his heart's thought - "Wife's Lament" transl. from Old English by Kemp Malone

And gray winds hunt the foam - "The Wives of Brixham"

Fiercer in the twilight - "The Wives of Brixham"

Who work in wind and foam - "The Wives of Brixham"

That travels like light upon her sails - "The Wives of Brixham"

And never rest shalt know - "Young Svejdal" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Till the marble-stone was rent and riven - "Young Svejdal" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

Cleanse with the burning log of oak - "Yule-Tide Fires"

Host of stars - Anonymous Chinese poem

Roses fall, but the thorns remain - Anonymous Dutch proverb (I can't find a firmer source for this)

Clothing made of cold earthen clay - (Anonymous) Traditional English song collected by Cecil Sharp

A score of hearts will show - Anon. [Untitled]

The test of the heart is trouble - Anon. [Untitled]

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Seem'd to fear for place and power - "The Ghost of Chatham"

A charm of coming eloquence - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Pregnant clouds of shrouded fire - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Yet make his sorrowing subjects dwell on both - "The Ghost of Chatham"

This hot cabal of treasury bench - "The Ghost of Chatham"

These monstrous portents that before me rise - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Dark plotting, spreading net and snare - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Hands that used their country's ark to bear - "The Ghost of Chatham"

With evidence by facts refuted - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Till every scoundrel's stock of oaths was sold - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Pass for sterling truth in open day - "The Ghost of Chatham"

For new-born lies have barter'd ancient law - "The Ghost of Chatham"

And made a court that freemen never saw - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Now be firm, or be undone - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Who their conscience to no market bring - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Cancels the verdict with indignant hand - "The Ghost of Chatham"

And your anointed hands inflict the wound - "The Ghost of Chatham"

By off'rings high to demon passions - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Redoubl'd echoes all the realm around - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Gyves and bonds at one fierce effort breaks - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Whose eye pierces your counsels' darkest mystery - "The Ghost of Chatham"

Your names must mark the awful calendar - "The Ghost of Chatham"

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Far beyond the furthest sky - "Heaven" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

Never veil that world of light - "Heaven" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

Summer reigns throughout the year - "Heaven" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

With joy unknown, circling round his holy throne - "Heaven" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

Seek admittance there in vain - "Heaven" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

In vice they should wander astray - "Improvement" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

If I still am perversely inclined - "Improvement" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

Many a snare and temptation - "Youthful Temptations" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

Such temptations your path will attend - "Youthful Temptations" [The Good Resolution, ed. Daniel P. Kidder, meant for Methodist Episcopal Sunday schools, 1831]

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Growing with purple or with gold - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Now drain we up the social cup - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Though Winter threatens from afar - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

And lays in stores of future treasures - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Where all is shade and gloom - "B--The Bittern" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

I will tell you how to ask for bread - "Beg, Doggie, Beg" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Climbs up amid the Alpine snows - "The Brave Dog of St. Bernard" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

The far-famed Hospice crowns the heights - "The Brave Dog of St. Bernard" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

When snowdrifts block the traveler's way - "The Brave Dog of St. Bernard" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

I'll show you the apples that grow on the tree - "Dolly's Promenade" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

I'll show you the bees, and the butterflies, too - "Dolly's Promenade" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Playing "tag" in the very midst of the throng - "Dolly's Promenade" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Six little white ducks running out to play - "The Ducks" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

When weary of the chase - "E--The Eagle" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Such a number of rooks came over her head - "Good-Night and Good-Morning" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head - "Good-Night and Good-Morning" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

The violets curtsied and went to bed - "Good-Night and Good-Morning" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Forgetful of all our past blessings - "In Trouble" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Watches o'er the treasures of her next - "J--The Jay" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

The reason such monsters should be loose - "Johnny and the Toad" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Proudly careering his course with joy - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Firm on his own mountain vigor relying - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Came down from the sky in the night - "The New Baby" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

That she may not need the angels - "The New Baby" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Roams uncontrolled and free - "P--The Pelican" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Who haughtiest look of pride assumes - "The Peacock" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

But ever quits our western lands before the winter pale - "Q--The Quail" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

When the north wind's voice was heard - "Spring" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

The bird by the harvest disturbed from her nest - "Summer" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Joys unalloyed shall still dwell in your mind - "Summer" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

When the shades of night descend - "U--The Ursine Opossum" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

On the panes with frost encased - "Winter" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

A blaze that cheers the hearth with kindling rays - "Winter" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Their treasures next the ashes yield - "Winter" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Preserve me from such bitter food - "The Young Monkey" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

The falling prize with pleasure caught - "The Young Monkey" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Per Wikipedia, The Chatterbox was a childrens magazine published by John Erskine Clarke. The publications on Project Gutenberg seem to be anthologized excerpts. I did not check these snippets to look for authors, but at least one poem was partly plagiarized from Tennyson. That is, the second part of the poem came, word for word, from Tennyson's "The Eagle." The first part of that poem must have come from elsewhere, but it wasn't as obvious to me where it came from.

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With heart-pain unforgot - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Spices spring in sweet array - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

With peonies powdered all between - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Crystal cliffs in shining row - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Banks of beryl bright - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

That could embrace a tenth part - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Quiet as a hawk in hall - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

As if pearls to flowers were grown - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Shut within earth's jaws - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

What serves treasure but for tears - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Must endure His doom - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

The high road of my joy - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

The ground of all my bliss - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Blessed beginner of every grace - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

In faultless charm arrayed - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Passeth Pygmalion's artifice - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Nor Aristotle the lore possessed - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Seven sacred seals begem - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

As thunders among dark crags roar - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

The spell of rushing stream - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

Foundations twelve of gems most dear - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

As still as a startled quail - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

His seven horns of clear gold glowing - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

With headlong zeal essayed - "The Pearl" transl. by Sophie Jewett

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Couldn't shoot an arrow worth a cent - "Boy Billy and the Rabbit" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

I can reach the bull's-eye nearer in the dark - "Boy Billy and the Rabbit" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Punishment came without stint or delay - "Disobeying Mother" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Expects some day to ripen its little drops of wine - "Great Expectations" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

But let it run to grass and weeds - "Johnny's Garden" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

My heart clings to her pretty words - "Lady Violet" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

But my deepest emotions I never betray - "The Sentimental Fox" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Down fell the snow from a pitiless cloud - "Time Enough" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

One took a slate to cipher - "Two Little Girls" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Plucked the finest grapes in view - "Where's Sophie?" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad on Project Gutenberg.

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While every wicked little cat its own diversion took - "Fun for Kittens" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

And comes again like the breaking day - "Grandmother's Chair" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

While ever the pendulum tireless swings - "Grandmother's Chair" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

But who cried out nobody would tell - "Naughty Willie" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

All he has gained by his actions to-day - "Naughty Willie" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

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Clean and sweet from head to feet - "A Bath-Tub Joke" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Big cloud-ships with sails spread out - "A Big Playfellow" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Creep and run and sail and fly - "A Big Playfellow" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Never minds what the little notes say - "Her Own Way" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Such funny dreams go dancing through - "A Jolly Book" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

There are no frosts to freeze you - "The Month of May" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And no fierce winds to blow - "The Month of May" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Drop before you can half commence - "Nobody" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Playing such tricks on my children three - "Nobody" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And points a musket at the crows - "The Scarecrow" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

But we have secrets I won't tell - "Secrets" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Before they ring the dinner-bells - "Secrets" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Golden jonquils like a star amid the gloom - "A Sign of Spring" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

The sign that's sure and certain - "A Sign of Spring" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Jolly little dancers and the frolic melody - "A Sign of Spring" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And my heart shall catch the rhythm - "A Sign of Spring" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

No end of trouble you make for me - "Somebody Did It" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Race with the brook till my breath is gone - "A Spring Song" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And it laughs at me as it races on - "A Spring Song" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Full of lessons for my learning - "A Summer Holiday" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

If you bend a listening ear - "A Summer Holiday" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

When all the winds are still - "Sympathy" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

When I have just put out the light - "Sympathy" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Half seems wishing it had stayed - "Sympathy" [A Jolly Jingle-Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

A Jolly Jingle-Book on Project Gutenberg.

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Blossoms of bright truth we bring - "Spring Blossoms" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

Escaping through her flow'ry charm - "Spring Blossoms" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

When the tender buds of truth, expand - "Spring Blossoms" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

Cast a bloom around the heart - "Spring Blossoms" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

Preserve their sweets with gentle care - "Spring Blossoms" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

To shield from winter's wind and storm - "Jane and Her Needle" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

So willing all his grief to share - "Robinson Crusoe" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

And plucked me fruits and flowers rare - "My Mother" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

And virtue's path kept in my view - "My Mother" [Spring Blossoms, no date, no editor/author, Project Gutenberg]

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Ink of the green-skinned holly - "Colum Cille the Scribe" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Many the hard and jealous hearts - "Colum Cille's Greeting to Ireland" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Against incantations of false prophets - "The Deer's Cry" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Spells of women and smiths and wizards - "The Deer's Cry" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Fish and venison and badger's fat - "Deirdre's Farewell to Scotland" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The cuckoo's voice on bending branch - "Deirdre's Farewell to Scotland" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Never mournful to be in their company - "Deirdre's Lament" transl. by Kuno Meyer

By whom exiles were rewarded - "Deirdre's Lament" transl. by Kuno Meyer

A king whom valour served - "Deirdre's Lament" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Three that would go into every conflict - "Deirdre's Lament" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Who never refused combat - "Deirdre's Lament" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Make not the grave too narrow - "Deirdre's Lament" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Across its edge the nettle grows - "The Deserted Home" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Shining abode of the twisted horns - "Erard Mac Coisse on the Death of King Malachy II" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Reveal true visions to us - "An Even-Song (Patrick Sang This)" transl. by Kuno Meyer

A proper settlement of seats - "From the Instructions of King Cormac" transl. by Kuno Meyer

With the conscience of a hound - "From the Instructions of King Cormac" transl. by Kuno Meyer

With a robber's hand - "From the Instructions of King Cormac" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Throwing the sea's harvest up like honey - "From the Vision of Mac Conglinne" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The threshold was dry bread - "From the Vision of Mac Conglinne" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Behind it was a well of wine - "From the Vision of Mac Conglinne" transl. by Kuno Meyer

With emblems of pale silver - "The Hosts of Faery" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Scatter the battalions of the foe - "The Hosts of Faery" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Melodious in the ale-house - "The Hosts of Faery" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Thrice fifty distant isles - "The Isles of the Happy" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Seize the rule of the many thousands - "The Isles of the Happy" transl. by Kuno Meyer

And a lintel of honeysuckle - "King and Hermit" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Green-barked yew supports the sky - "King and Hermit" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The large green of an oak fronting the storm - "King and Hermit" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The music of the dark torrent - "King and Hermit" transl. by Kuno Meyer

A lively wren from the hazel-bough - "King and Hermit" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Every acorn has to drop - "The Lament of the Old Woman of Beare" transl. by Kuno Meyer

After feasting by shining candles - "The Lament of the Old Woman of Beare" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The flood-wave and the second ebb tide - "The Lament of the Old Woman of Beare" transl. by Kuno Meyer

A difficult problem of hard meaning - "The Monk and His Pet Cat" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Each of us pleased with his own art - "The Monk and His Pet Cat" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Sea-horses glisten in summer - "The Sea-God's Address to Bran" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Rivers pour forth a stream of honey - "The Sea-God's Address to Bran" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Without consummation of clay - "The Sea-God's Address to Bran" transl. by Kuno Meyer

These are arrows that murder sleep - "The Song of Crede, Daughter of Guare" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Startles the heart of the deer - "Song of Summer" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The harp of the forest sounds music - "Song of Summer" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Bold across its high borders - "Song of the Sea" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Listening to the witching song - "Song of the Sea" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Across the salt sea of swift currents - "Song of the Sea" transl. by Kuno Meyer

From the bitter wind gets grief - "A Song of Winter" transl. by Kuno Meyer

The path of seals is smooth - "Summer Has Come" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Green bursts out of every herb - "Summer Has Come" transl. by Kuno Meyer

To set aside the tryst with Death - "The Tryst After Death" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Wretched is our last meeting - "The Tryst After Death" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Ever strove for victory - "The Tryst After Death" transl. by Kuno Meyer

And dealt seven murderous blows - "The Tryst After Death" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Came to us from the edge of a spear - "The Tryst After Death" transl. by Kuno Meyer

Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry ed. and transl. by Kuno Meyer - Project Gutenberg. 1911. This isn't very long (about 110 pages), and I have no idea how representative the selection is. I was too tired to search for more information on the various people and stories referenced in the poems, but I did feel that more information might have helped in all of the places where there was clearly context missing. This is the usual case, too, of me having no way to judge the quality of the translation. I would not call any of these poems inspired.

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