How Long (James Monroe Whitfield Poems)
How long, oh gracious God! how long Shall power lord it over right?The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery's gloomy ...
How long, oh gracious God! how long Shall power lord it over right?The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery's gloomy ...
Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates,How ...
Some to Aonian lyres of silver soundWith winning elegance attune their song,Form'd to sink lightly on the soothed sense,And charm ...
I have lain for an hour or twain Awake, and the tempest is beating On the roof, and the sleet on the ...
Put aside that song of love,do not fill my heart with pain -I'm young but I don't know of youthand ...
Her sweet face took from me all thoughts of the wild white rose:Her ringlets eradicated all consideration of the musk ...
Of the preciousness of youth what doubt can be entertained?The period of old age is pregnant with infirmities and defects!Every ...
I am well acquainted with Aurangzeb's justice, and equity-His orthodoxy in matters of faith-his self-denial and fasts;His own brothers, time ...
WEARY of the ceaseless warBeating down the baffled soul,-Thoughts that like a scimitarSmite us fainting at the goal.Weary of the ...
ACT II.--At Eisenach.SCENE I. A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace. FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.LANDGRAVE.Who tells thee of my ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
I am a native of the land of Erin,and lately banished from that lovely shore;I left behind my aged parentsand ...
One Sunday morning, as I went walking,By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray.I heard a pris'ner his fate bewailingWhile on ...
WEEP , ye Heavens! weep, I say!My tears shall swell your gushing torrent!A deed most foul was done to-day,Which neither ...
Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna:Constant as purity was she;Her honey words, like succ'ring mannaCheer'd him each voyage he made ...
His old age fell on years of abundant harvest. There were no earthquakes, droughts or floods. It seemed as if ...
Let me become a rock after death.Neither tainted by pathos of love.Nor moved by human mirth and wrath,but as carved ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game: Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll ...
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