The Day And The War (James Madison Bell Poems)
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
There is a tide in men's affairs,Leading to fame not wholly theirs —Leading to high positions, wonThrough noble deeds by ...
When summer's hot and sultry raysAre burdening our summer days,And men and beast are sore oppress'd,And vainly sigh and pant ...
Respectfully dedicated to BISHOP BENJAMIN W. ARNETT, A life-long and devoted friend and a noble and loyal citizen whose work ...
Breathe softly on my harp, O Muse! In gentle strains now clothe its songs,Thy all inspiring force infuse, While singing of the ...
Late Senior Bishop, African M. E. Church.Death is the common lot of all, Yet nothing do we so much dread;Nothing, that ...
Once on a clear autumnal day, With weary heart and spirit bowed,I sought a silent scene away From all the turmoil of ...
Where e'er the fetter has been broken, Where e'er the bondsman has been freed,Where e'er a sentence has been spoken In behalf ...
Farewell, for now my gallant bark, Loosed from her mooring, quits the shoreAmid a fog and mist as dark As that which ...
There is no cord, however strong, That time will not its fibers rend,Nor weary road, however long, But constant march will find ...
Deep in the unrecorded past, There was an age of darkness vast,And boundless as the realms of space. An age that held, ...
Dedicated to Rev. Thomas M. D. Ward.The voice of Macedonia's gone From California o'er the seas,And yet, to help her, there ...
When February's chilling winds Swept through the forest glen,And nothing, save the smoking hut, Marked the abodes of men,I through my lattice ...
Wherefore half-mast and waving sadly And seeming ill-disposed to move,Are those bright emblems which so gladly Were wont to wave our homes ...
O fleeting Time! whence art thou come? And whither do thy footsteps tend?Deep in the past where was thy home, And where ...
Sweet lady, I would sing to thee,Of genial spring and summer's bloom,Plenteous autumn, rich and free,Hoary winter with all its ...
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