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 ...
"Who is Blackmouth?" Well, that's hard to say.Mebbe he might ha' told you, 't other day,If you'd been here. Now,-he's ...
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 ...
Here stands the great tree still, with broad bent head;Its wide arms grown aweary, yet outspreadWith their old blessing. But ...
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 ...
Wide as the sky Time spreads his hand,And blindly over us there blowsA swarm of years that fill the land,Then ...
"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 ...
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 ...
The sea goes up; the sky comes down.Oh, can you spy the ancient town,-The granite hills so green and gray,That ...
"How shall we honor the man who creates?"Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;-"Who unto the truth flings open our ...
Ethereal, faint that music rang,As, with the bosom of the breeze,It rose and fell and murmuring sangAeolian harmonies!I turned; again ...
The soul of a nation awaking,-High visions of daybreak,-I saw;A people renewed; the forsakingOf sin, and the worship of law.Sing, ...
Before the golden gate she stands,With drooping head, with idle handsLoose-clasped, and bent beneath the weightOf unseen woe. Too late, ...
"Go," said the star to its light:"Follow your fathomless flight!Into the dreams of spaceCarry the joy of my face.Go," said ...
O jay-Blue-jay!What are you trying to say?I remember, in the springYou pretended you could sing;But your voice is now still ...
Valleys lay in sunny vapor,And a radiance mild was shedFrom each tree that like a taperAt a feast stood. Then ...
Glimmers gray the leafless thicketClose beside my garden gate,Where, so light, from post to picketHops the sparrow, blithe, sedate;Who, with ...
Strike hands, young men!We know not whenDeath or disaster comes,Mightier than battle-drumsTo summon us away.Death bids us say farewellTo all ...
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 ...
(FRANCIS HAWTHORNE LATHROP)FEBRUARY 6, 1881Come not again! I dwell with youAbove the realm of frost and dew,Of pain and fire, ...
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 ...
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