Gettysburg: A Battle Ode (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
"There, on the left!" said the colonel: the battlehad shuddered and faded away,Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left onlyashes ...
Haunted by unknown feet-Ways of the midnight hour!Strangely you murmur below me,Strange is your half-silent power.Places of life and of ...
"Go," said the star to its light:"Follow your fathomless flight!Into the dreams of spaceCarry the joy of my face.Go," said ...
(FRANCIS HAWTHORNE LATHROP)FEBRUARY 6, 1881Come not again! I dwell with youAbove the realm of frost and dew,Of pain and fire, ...
(To Oliver Wendell Holmes)Strange spell of youth for age, and age for youth,Affinity between two forms of truth!-As if the ...
(A REPLY)Yes, I was wrong about the phoebe-bird.Two songs it has, and both of them I've heard:I did not know ...
Autumn is gone: through the blue woodlands bareShatters the rainy wind. A myriad leaves,Like birds that fly the mournful Northern ...
Dear face-bright, glinting hair;Dear life, whose heart is mine-The thought of you is prayer,The love of you divine.In starlight, or ...
Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!)Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed'Mong ...
With my beloved I lingered late one night.At last the hour when I must leave her came:But, as I turned, ...
O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-carLooms ever dimly on the lengthening wayOf life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,My deeds ...
The sunshine of thine eyes, (O still, celestial beam!)Whatever it touches it fills With the life of its lambent gleam.The sunshine of ...
The sunshine of thine eyes,(O still, celestial beam!)Whatever it touches it fillsWith the life of its lambent gleam.The sunshine of ...
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