A Poem (James Monroe Whitfield Poems)
Written for the Celebration of the Fourth Anniversary of President Lincoln's Emancipation ProclamationTo P. A. BELL, Esq., A PIONEER IN ...
Written for the Celebration of the Fourth Anniversary of President Lincoln's Emancipation ProclamationTo P. A. BELL, Esq., A PIONEER IN ...
I-The Song Of YouthThis is the song of youth,This is the cause of myself;I knew my father well and he ...
Children, when you sat wishing,Down last night on the sands,Beckoning moments of glory,With little helpless hands,I heard you saying and ...
Twenty-five shots!And, out of all the spotsWhere a man could stand and shoot,You would have said, "Not there."Anywhere else it ...
"He is the freeman whom the Truth makes free;All else are slaves," I cry aloud to thee,O Garibaldi! in the ...
Two children sat in the twilight,Murmuring soft and low;Said one, "I'll be a sailor-lad,With my boat ahoy! yo ho!For sailors ...
"Had I a thousand mouths, a thousand tongues,A thousand throats, inspired with brazen lungs,"I'd rouse with thunder tones the slumbering ...
O'Leary, from Chicago, and a first-class fightin' man,For his father was from Kerry, where the gentle art began:Sergeant Dennis P. ...
I've sung of Spring, her buds and flowers, Of Summer suns and Summer roses;Of golden Autumn's dreamy skies, The wealth her bounteous ...
In trance and dream of old, God's prophet sawThe casting down of thrones. Thou, watching loneThe hot Sardinian coast-line, hazy-hilled,Where, ...
I wadna bid ye welcome hereIn Southern phrase; I wadna speirWhat was the erran' brocht ye here;But soul, and heart, ...
Garibaldi! Garibaldi! Bleeds and burns my heart for thee!Freedom! union for Italia! Never can be won by thee.Dipp'd in freedom's sacred fountain, Waved ...
SEPTEMBER 7 1862On the seventh of September, in this dreariest of years,Darkness covers Naples, and the cloud must break in ...
SEPTEMBER 1862Where shall we try Garibaldi?Find us some Italian townNot alive with his renown,Where the air is not on flameWith ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
We who have seen Italia in the throes,Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and nowLike a ripe field ...
Four thousand lamps of gold and silver light Suspended round the mighty dome, and o erThose rows ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
I THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Lincoln Park Shrivels in the sun by day when the ...
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day, That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay, ...
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