Companion Poets, Volume 1Fields, Osgood & Company, 1869 - 295 pages |
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... summer thunderbolt shall waken A People's voice Startling and stern ! the Northern winds shall bear it Over Potomac's to St. Mary's wave ; And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it 47 Within her grave . O , let that voice go forth ! The ...
... summer thunderbolt shall waken A People's voice Startling and stern ! the Northern winds shall bear it Over Potomac's to St. Mary's wave ; And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it 47 Within her grave . O , let that voice go forth ! The ...
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... Summer's flowers and grass ! " They set their faces to the blast , They trod th ' eternal snow , And faint , worn , bleeding , hailed at last The promised land below . THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 . Behind , they saw 68 . NATIONAL LYRICS .
... Summer's flowers and grass ! " They set their faces to the blast , They trod th ' eternal snow , And faint , worn , bleeding , hailed at last The promised land below . THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 . Behind , they saw 68 . NATIONAL LYRICS .
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... summer time is all too brief . Yet , on her rocks , and on her sands , And wintry hills , the school - house stands , And what her rugged soil denies , The harvest of the mind supplies . The riches of the commonwealth Are free , strong ...
... summer time is all too brief . Yet , on her rocks , and on her sands , And wintry hills , the school - house stands , And what her rugged soil denies , The harvest of the mind supplies . The riches of the commonwealth Are free , strong ...
Page 82
... . CARCE had the solemn Sabbath - bell Ceased quivering in the steeple , Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people , A SABBATH SCENE . When down the summer shaded street 82 NATIONAL LYRICS . A SABBATH SCENE.
... . CARCE had the solemn Sabbath - bell Ceased quivering in the steeple , Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people , A SABBATH SCENE . When down the summer shaded street 82 NATIONAL LYRICS . A SABBATH SCENE.
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A SABBATH SCENE . When down the summer shaded street A wasted female figure , With dusky brow and naked feet , Came rushing wild and eager . She saw the white spire through the trees , She heard the sweet hymn swelling ; O , pitying ...
A SABBATH SCENE . When down the summer shaded street A wasted female figure , With dusky brow and naked feet , Came rushing wild and eager . She saw the white spire through the trees , She heard the sweet hymn swelling ; O , pitying ...
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angels apple tree beneath blast blessed blood blossoms blue Bob-o'-link breath brow calm chain chee cloud cold crown curse dank and lone dark dead dream earth eyes false earth Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters flowers Freedom Freedom's God's gone sold grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven holy Katydid land laugh LE MARAIS light lips look lords of Chios Massachusetts Mexitli Moloch Mother mountain mountain band murmur night Northern Northern eagle o'er poor prayer rice-swamp dank rock rolls round shade shadow shadow fall Shadows weaving shame slave slavery Slavery's smile sold and gone song soul sound Spink stars STETHOSCOPE stolen daughters storm strife summer sunny valleys sweet little tears tell thee thine thou toil tread truth turn vale Virginia's hills voice wait wave wild winds woods wrong Ximena young
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Page 102 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 49 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
Page 41 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 8 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 49 - They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Page 78 - Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Never was I afraid of man; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! Chee, chee, chee. Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight! There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Nice good wife, that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 44 - Forever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo! all grow old and die; but see again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth presses, — ever gay and beautiful youth In all its beautiful forms.
Page 102 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 50 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 10 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.