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 ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Here stands the great tree still, with broad bent head;Its wide arms grown aweary, yet outspreadWith their old blessing. But ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
IVeteran memories rally to musterHere at the call of the old battle days:Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:All the wild ...
"How shall we honor the man who creates?"Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;-"Who unto the truth flings open our ...
Before the golden gate she stands,With drooping head, with idle handsLoose-clasped, and bent beneath the weightOf unseen woe. Too late, ...
Sons of the youth and the truth of the nation,Ye that are met to remember the manWhose valor gave birth ...
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