A Poem On The Fugitive Slave Law (Elymas Payson Rogers Poems)
Law! what is law? The wise and sage, Of every clime and every age, In this most cordially unite, That ...
Law! what is law? The wise and sage, Of every clime and every age, In this most cordially unite, That ...
John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
I lay beneath the long slim wires,And heard them murmur like desires,Till, drowsy with the heat, my thoughts Set ...
HE never yet consulted friendship's laws,Who would not suffer in her glorious cause;Who would not sacrifice the proffer'd gain,But let ...
Descriptive of the character of an ingenious Youth, whose brilliant talents shone conspicuously among his admiringfriends, who were unexpectedly called ...
October, brown October, with his slowAnd melancholy step, has left the hills And comes upon the plains. The wild winds ...
ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y. IN early youth's unclouded scene,The brilliant morning of eighteen,With health and sprightly joy elateWe gazed on ...
It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon Was at her full, and shone upon the fields ...
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is ...
DARK is the cloud which hov'ring o'er the mind,Shades the bright promises of early youth;Nips all its blossoms, blights the ...
O Death! why dost thou steal the great,With grudging like to strongest hate,And rob the world of giant minds,For whom ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Yes, thou art like the blasting breath,Of that wild desert wind,Which leaves, in its career of death,No living thing behind;Ne'er ...
When the great sower, Night,Lets down his sable bars,He goes into his endless fieldsTo plant his seed, the stars.And then ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But ...
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self ...
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever ...
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