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Along her cheek a deepening red,
And yet, each fatal token gave
Unwarning of the grave.
Breathed over by her frosty breath;
Ask why the graceful grape entwines
HOME. The hills are dearest which our childish feet Have climbed the earliest; and the streams most
sweet Are ever those at which our young lips drank, Stooped to their waters o'er the grassy bank. Midst the cold, dreary, sea-watch, home's hearth
light Shines round the helmsman plunging through the
night; And still, with inward eye, the traveler sees In close, dark, stranger streets, his native trees.
Fond longings dimly understood,
Tell us not of banks and tariffs; cease your paltry
pedler cries; Shall the good State sink her honor that your
gambling stocks may rise ? Would ye barter man for cotton? That your gains
may sum up higher, Must we kiss the feet of Moloch, pass our children
through the fire? Is the dollar only real? God and truth and right a
dream? Weighed against your lying ledgers must our manhood kick the beam ?
- The Pine-tree. GARRISON.
Brutal alike in deed and word,
With callous heart and hand of strife, How like a fiend may man be made, Plying the foul and monstrous trade
Whose harvest-field is human life, Whose sickle is the reeking sword!
The sweet songs, Simple and beautiful as Truth and Nature, Of whose whitened locks on Rydal Mount Are lifted yet by morning breezes blowing From the green hills, immortal in his lays.
- The Bridal of Pennacook.
Champion of those who groan beneath
Oppression's iron hand;
I see thee fearless stand.
In the steadfast strength of truth,
- To W. L. G.
The Indian's heart is hard and cold,
It closes darkly o'er its care,
Oh, vain the vow, and vain the strife!
How vain do all things seem! My soul is in the past, and life To-day is but a dream !
- The Knight of St. John.
The simple burst of tenderest feeling
Watching on the hills of Faith; Listening what the spirit saith, Of the dim-seen light afar, Growing like a nearing star. God's interpreter art thou, To the waiting ones below; 'Twixt them and its light midway Heralding the better day,– Catching gleams of temple spires, Hearing notes of angel choirs, Where, as yet unseen of them, Comes the New Jerusalem! - The Curse of the Charter-breakers.
Oh, the outward hath gone! but in glory and power,
- Palestine. SHIPLEY,
Thank God! that I have lived to see the time
When the great truth begins at last to find
An utterance from the deep heart of mankind, Earnest and clear, that ALL REVENGE IS
Restraint upon him must consult his good,
And Love look in upon his solitude. The beautiful lesson which our Savior taught Through long, dark centuries its way hath wrought Into the common mind and popular thought; And words, to which by Galilee's lake shore The humble fishers listened, with hushed oar, Have found an echo in the general heart, And of the public faith become a living part.
Gentlest of spirits! not for thee
Our tears are shed, our sighs are given;
Partaker of the joys of Heaven?
When autumn's sun is downward going,
- To the Memory of Thomas Shipley.
All parties feared him: each in turn
Beheld its schemes disjointed,
And spectral finger pointed,
With trenchant wit unsparing,
-Randolph of Roanoke.
What matters it! a few years more,
If through the wreck of wasted powers,
Where deed or word hath rendered less “ The sum of human wretchedness,”
And Gratitude looks forth to bless,
God be praised for every instinct which rebels
against a lot Where the brute survives the human, and man's
upright form is not! As the serpent-like bejuco winds his spiral fold on
fold Round the tall and stately ceiba, till it withers in
his hold, Slow decays the forest monarch, closer girds the
fell embrace, Till the tree is seen no longer, and the vine is in its
place,So a base and bestial nature round the vassal's
manhood twines, And the spirit wastes beneath it, like the ceiba choked with vines.
- The Slaves of Martinique.
Love of Home, and Love of Woman!—dear to all,
but doubly dear To the heart whose pulses elsewhere measure only
hate and fear. All around the desert circles, underneath a brazen
sky, Only one green spot remaining where the dew is
never dry! From the horror of that desert, from its atmosphere
of hell, Turns the fainting spirit thither, as the driver seeks his bell.
HAIL, Columbia! happy land!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause;
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Firm, united let us be,
The Night is mother of the Day
The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall, For God, who loveth all his works, Has left His Hope with all!
-A Dream of Summer.
Immortal patriots! rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe with impious hand,
Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies, Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize.
While offering peace sincere and just, In heaven we place a manly trust, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm, united let us be, etc.
Deeper than the gilded surface
Hath thy wakeful vision seen,
Have thy journeyings been.
Heard the solemn steps of Time,
Art's perfect forms no moral need,
Sound, sound the trump of Fame!
Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause;
With equal skill and godlike power,
Firm, united let us be, etc.
Ho! workers of the old time, styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather. Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together!
In the olden merry manner!
- The Shoemaker.
Behold the chief who now commands,
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;
When hope was sinking in dismay,
There's life alone in duty done,
- The Drovers.