Avenging The Maine (James Ephraim McGirt Poems)
Sing, O Muse! the avenging of the Maine,The direful woes, the fate of Spain.A heinous deed t' our ship they ...
Sing, O Muse! the avenging of the Maine,The direful woes, the fate of Spain.A heinous deed t' our ship they ...
1640-1890.O river winding to the sea!We call the old time back to thee;From forest paths and water-waysThe century-woven veil we ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!A relic to the present cast,Left on the ever-changing strandOf shifting and unstable sand,Which ...
From pain and peril, by land and main,The shipwrecked sailor came back again;And like one from the dead, the threshold ...
'Midst the men and things which willHaunt an old man's memory still,Drollest, quaintest of them all,With a boy's laugh I ...
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;And left, ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
Traveller! on thy journey toilingBy the swift Powow,With the summer sunshine fallingOn thy heated brow,Listen, while all else is still,To ...
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned ...
How sweetly on the wood-girt townThe mellow light of sunset shone!Each small, bright lake, whose waters stillMirror the forest and ...
How bland and sweet the greeting of this breezeTo him who fliesFrom crowded street and red wall's weary gleam,Till far ...
Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag!Emblem of hope to all the misruled world:Thy ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,In graceful counterfeit of flower,These children of the meadows, bornOf sunshine and of showers!How ...
The gulf of seven and fifty yearsWe stretch our welcoming hands across;The distance but a pebble's tossBetween us and our ...
O storied vale of MerrimacRejoice through all thy shade and shine,And from his century's sleep call backA brave and honored ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
AN AUTOGRAPH.Graceful in name and in thyself, our riverNone fairer saw in John Ward's pilgrim flock,Proof that upon their century-rooted ...
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,From wave and shore a low and long lamentFor him, whose last look ...
Farewell to thee, New England!Farewell to thee and thine! Good-bye to leafy Newbury, And Rowley's hills of pine!Farewell to thee, ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
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