#Americans #XIXCentury
The time of gifts has come again, And, on my northern window-pane, Outlined against the day’s brief l… A Christmas token hangs in sight. The wayside travellers, as they pa…
Some die too late and some too soo… At early morning, heat of noon, Or the chill evening twilight. Th… Whom the rich heavens did so endow With eyes of power and Jove’s own…
The shadows round the inland sea Are deepening into night; Slow up the slopes of Ossipee They chase the lessening light. Tired of the long day’s blinding h…
It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel! How the great guns, peal on peal,
“Put up the sword!” The voice of… Speaks, in the pauses of the canno… O’er fields of corn by fiery sickl… And left dry ashes; over trenches… With nameless dead; o’er cities st…
O ARY SCHEFFER! when beneath… Touched with the light that cometh… Grew the sweet picture of the dear… No dream hadst thou that Christia… Therefrom the token of His equal…
Still linger in our noon of time And on our Saxon tongue The echoes of the home-born hymns The Aryan mothers sung. And childhood had its litanies
Blossom and greenness, making all The winter birthday tropical, And the plain Quaker parlors gay, Have gone from bracket, stand, and… We saw them fade, and droop, and f…
Up and down the village streets Strange are the forms my fancy mee… For the thoughts and things of to-… And through the veil of a closed l… The ancient worthies I see again
O painter of the fruits and flower… We own wise design, Where these human hands of ours May share work of Thine! Apart from Thee we plant in vain
SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-b… Ceased quivering in the steeple, Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people, When down the summer-shaded street
MEN of the North-land! where’s t… Of the true-hearted and the unshac… Sons of old freemen, do we but inh… Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenche…
So fallen! so lost! the light with… Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore! Revile him not, the Tempter hath
The day is closing dark and cold, With roaring blast and sleety show… And through the dusk the lilacs we… The bloom of snow, instead of flow… I turn me from the gloom without,
The new world honors him whose lof… For England’s freedom made her ow… Whose song, immortal as its theme,… Their common freehold while both w…