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 ...
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 ...
The sun had set;The leaves with dew were wet:Down fell a bloody duskOn the woods, that second day of May,Where ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Far out at sea there has been a storm,And still, as they roll their liquid acres,High-heaped the billows lower and ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
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 ...
Over the mossy walls,Above the slumbering fieldsWhere yet the ground no fruitage yields,Save as the sunlight fallsIn dreams of harvest-yellow,What ...
IVeteran memories rally to musterHere at the call of the old battle days:Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:All the wild ...
Ethereal, faint that music rang,As, with the bosom of the breeze,It rose and fell and murmuring sangAeolian harmonies!I turned; again ...
When the leaves, by thousands thinned,A thousand times have whirled in the wind,And the moon, with hollow cheek,Staring from her ...
To-day I saw a little, calm-eyed child,-Where soft lights rippled and the shadows tarriedWithin a church's shelter arched and aisled,-Peacefully ...
I"Dying of hunger and sorrow:I die for my youth I fear!"Murmured the midnight-hauntingVoice of the stricken Year.There like a child ...
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 ...
O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-carLooms ever dimly on the lengthening wayOf life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,My deeds ...
The strong and the tender,The young and the old,Unto Death we must render;-Our silver, our gold.To break their ...
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