Brothers of free descent were we, and native to the soil 502 Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete 283 458 Gaily bedight Down swept the chill wind from the mountain peak Fear not, brave soldiers, tho' their infantry First from the dust our sex began For this present, hard Forth upon the Gitche Gumee From silent night, true Register of moans From the Desert I come to thee Gallants, attend, and hear a friend Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven 527 424 388 474 309 God sends his teachers unto every age Good-bye, my Fancy Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home Gusty and raw was the morning Hark! hark! the bugle's lofty sound Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys 436 75 385 53 382 Have you not heard the poets tell.. 483 56 He stood upon the world's broad threshold: wide 388 225 I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions 453 In Heaven a spirit doth dwell In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes In spite of all the learned have said In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas In the greenest of our valleys.. In the old days (a custom laid aside 326 471 John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer Life is a print-shop, where the eye may trace Listen, my children, and you shall hear Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Lo now four other act upon the stage Long had the Sage, the first who dar'd to brave 516 520 156 488 305 310 213 5 218 116 Look where we will, and in whatever land 178 Lying by the summer sea 486 Many a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Now near the stream approach'd the sounding war Now where the sheeted flames thro' Charlestown roar O the long and dreary Winter Observed ye the cloud on that mountain's dim green Of all the rides since the birth of time 409 469 Of worthy Captain LOVEWELL I purpose now to sing Oh that I were a Poet now in grain Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary One form alone remains behind One's-Self I sing, a simple separate person Oppress'd with grief, in heavy strains I mourn Our band is few but true and tried Our love is not a fading, earthly flower Our men, advancing, have received dire loss "Our Tom has grown a sturdy boy" Over his keys the musing organist Phœbus, make haste: the day 's too long; be gone Run is his Race Sadly and low Science, true daughter of Old Time thou art Sick of thy northern glooms, come, shepherd, seek Sir, after you have wip'd the eyes So fallen, so lost! the light withdrawn So, Murphey, you are come to try your Fortune Sometimes for days Somewhat back from the village street 241 Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs 182 Tell me not, in mournful numbers The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way The breezes went steadily thro' the tall pines The Comet! He is on his way The day is cold and dark and dreary The day is done, and the darkness The day is ours! huzza, the day is ours The days grow short; but tho' the falling sun The despot's heel is on thy shore The fair boy Leonatus The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked The innocent, sweet Day is dead The Lord reigns, cloth'd with majesty The Lord to mee a shepheard is The old face of the mother of many children The pines were dark on Ramoth hill The quiet August noon has come The rain has ceased, and in my room The rose did caper on her cheek The shadows lay along Broadway The shrill cock's clarion the blue welkin fills The skies they were ashen and sober The Sphinx is drowsy 176 170 223 320 The squadron is forming, the war-bugles play The sun, his day-toil clos'd, to rest retires 512 171 The sun, that brief December day The sweltering farmer spreads the new-mown grass Thee finds me in the garden, Hannah-come in! "Tis kind of thee 37 184 534 This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our October trainin'. |