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EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
In a kingdom by the sea,
By the name of Annabel Lee;
Than to love, and be loved by me.
In this kingdom by the sea ;
I and my Annabel Lee, —
Coveted her and me.
In this kingdom by the sea,
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
And bore her away from me,
In this kingdom by the sea.
Went envying her and me.
In this kingdom by the sea,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
EDGAR ALLAN POE.
We meet once more,” I sighed and said,
But every second word is ‘Dead !'”
Rise, as thermometers will do,
And once more, boys, we share the glow.
Pod Major, and the way he read ?
Our every second word is ‘Dead !'”
And suns must set as they must shine ;
And let it be your oldest wine.
And let the gas flare overhead ;
A WOMAN'S LOVE A SENTINEL angel, sitting high in glory, Heard this shrill wail ring out from purgatory : “Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story! “I loved, and blind with passionate love, I fell ;
Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell ;
For God is just, and death for sin is well.
“Great Spirit! Let me see my love again
The current is sweeping strong ;
Floats the fisherman's song.
The song falls with the oar ;
I thought to hear no more.
The song brings back to me
Of mortal agony.
Love that had died of wrong,
Come back in the fisherman's song.
I see the maples leafing,
Just as they leafed before,
Down to the very shore —
In the cadence of days gone by,
Ripples the mirrored sky.
Its past returns no more,
Of the boat-song from the shore.
His judgment waiteth long ;
ROSE TERRY COOKE.
A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE
A LIFE on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep;
And the winds their revels keep !
On this dull, unchanging shore :
The spray and the tempest's roar !
Of my own swift-gliding craft :
The gale follows fair abaft.
Like an ocean-bird set free,-
We 'll find far out on the sea.
The clouds have begun to frown ;
We'll say, Let the storm come down !
While the wind and the waters rave,
EPES SARGENT. ALONE BY THE BAY
He is gone, O my heart, he is gone;
And the sea remains, and the sky; And the skiffs flit in and out,
And the white-winged yachts go by. And the waves run purple and green,
And the sunshine glints and glows, And freshly across the Bay
The breath of the morning blows. I liked it better last night,
When the dark shut down on the main,
And I heard the waves complain.
And the rune of their endless woe,
LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON.
We were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,It was midnight on the waters
And a storm was on the deep. 'T is a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast !” So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers talked with Death. As thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers, “ We are lost!" the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand, “Isn't God upon the ocean
Just the same as on the land ?”