Rape Of Florida: Canto IV (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
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 ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
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 ...
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 ...
When the Stabber's speech had ended,And his presents all were gathered,And his pipe the chiefs had all smoked,Four young chiefs ...
Pashepaho heard the young menTill their lofty words had ended,And in accents stern, thus answered:"For your presents, I am thankful.By ...
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 ...
Lo! the old Sac village slumberedIn the basin of the Wabash,And the doorway of the vallies,Like some brown old matron ...
Away thro' the blue distant hills,Thou windest, deserted old Road;By farm houses brown and gray millsAnd log huts, the woodman's ...
As the raindrop on a flowerWhen the bow's behind a shower,As the breeze that fans the foreheadOf the sunset, when ...
When first the young year inhales the sweetened air,And painted landscapes kiss her tender feet,The constant throat of music everywhereIs ...
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