Saville In Trouble (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
Canadian farmers came oft to the little green cottage,To see their new neighbors and hear them tell over their troubles.The ...
Freedom, thy son is dead!Once more the solemn treadOf the long, slow cortege echoes to throbsOf a nation's heart, and ...
The shepherd-king of Judah's olden days,Waked his sweet harp to sing Jehovah's praise,Then this his theme was in his happy ...
Ye who read in musty volumesPages worn of Backwoods Times,Of the red man and the white man,In the thrilling days ...
The laughter of sleigh bells was heard on the lips of the snow stormAll day long, and passers were scarcely ...
When Science, trembling in the lengthened shadeOf monster superstitions, and menacedBy raving Bigotry, a dream embracedOf prosperous worlds by mortal ...
Who flees the regions of the lower mind,Where these distempers breathe on every wind:Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate,Old snarly spleen, and ...
Sweet vale of the Sussex! the pride of the Queen,Whose life has a reign of beneficence been;The flow'r of Britana's ...
Forth on the fatal morn,Proud as the waves of HornRode the cavalier;Followed by gallant men,Far in a rocky glenTo disappear."Halt!" ...
Heard ye of "Old Abe," the war eagle who wentFrom his home by the Lakes to the far sunny coasts,To ...
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