Gettysburg: A Battle Ode (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
Over the mossy walls,Above the slumbering fieldsWhere yet the ground no fruitage yields,Save as the sunlight fallsIn dreams of harvest-yellow,What ...
Before the golden gate she stands,With drooping head, with idle handsLoose-clasped, and bent beneath the weightOf unseen woe. Too late, ...
To-day I saw a little, calm-eyed child,-Where soft lights rippled and the shadows tarriedWithin a church's shelter arched and aisled,-Peacefully ...
(To Oliver Wendell Holmes)Strange spell of youth for age, and age for youth,Affinity between two forms of truth!-As if the ...
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