William Henry Venable Poems

I.
O not unsung, not unrenowned,
Ere brave Saint Clair to his reward had gone,
Or yet from yond the ample bound
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A Capriccio

Nightingale I never heard,
Nor skylark, poet's bird;
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From some sweet home, the morning train
Brings to the city,
Five days a week, in sun or rain,
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Captured! Along the beach those shouts reveal
The fisherman exultant victor! Hark!
The Karcharos, from out his crystalline, dark
Blue lair by rud of flesh and lurking steel
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