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 ...
From our Dominion never Take Thy protecting hand,United, Lord, for ever Keep Thou our fathers' land!From where Atlantic terrors Our hardy seamen train,To ...
Our Land-- our Home-- the common home indeedOf soil-born children and adopted ones--The stately daughters and the stalwart sonsOf Industry--: ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
Purple shafts of sunset fireGlory-crown the passionate sea,Throbbing with a fierce desireFor the blue immensity.Floods of pale and scarlet flameSweep ...
857Uncertain lease-develops lustreOn TimeUncertain Grasp, appreciationOf Sum-The shorter Fate-is oftener the chiefestBecauseInheritors upon a tenurePrize-(Emily Dickinson)
Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving." And he answered: You give but little when you give ...
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum -- The shorter Fate -- is oftener the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth-- My sinful earth these rebel powers array-- Why dost thou pine within ...
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within ...
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and ...
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