No aimless wanderers, by the fiend… Goaded from shore to shore; No schoolmen, turning, in their cl… The leaves of empire o’er. Simple of faith, and bearing in th…

FROM these wild rocks I look to-… O’er leagues of dancing waves, and… The far, low coast-line stretch aw… To where our river meets the sea. The light wind blowing off the lan…

The blast from Freedom’s Northern… Bears greeting to Virginia from M… No word of haughty challenging, no… Nor steady tread of marching files… No trains of deep-mouthed cannon a…

LIFT again the stately emblem on… Give to Northern winds the Pine-… Sons of men who sat in council wit… Answering England’s royal missive… Rise again for home and freedom! s…

When the reaper’s task was ended,… Parson Avery sailed from Newbury,… Dropping down the river-harbor in… Pleasantly lay the clearings in th… With the newly planted orchards dr…

Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heather…

O HOLY FATHER! just and true Are all Thy works and words and w… And unto Thee alone are due Thanksgiving and eternal praise! As children of Thy gracious care,

When first I saw our banner wave Above the nation’s council-hall, I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of the slave! In the foul market-place I stood,

THE Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe… Of the world heavy upon him, enter… The Holy of Holies, saw an awful… With terrible splendor filling all… ‘O Ishmael Ben Elisha!’ said a v…

‘BRING out your dead!’ The midn… Heard and gave back the hoarse, lo… Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet… Glanced through the dark the coars… Her coffin and her pall.

We had been wandering for many day… Through the rough northern country… The sunset, with its bars of purpl… Like a new heaven, shine upward fr… Of Winnepiseogee; and had felt

AMIDST thy sacred effigies Of old renown give place, O city, Freedom-loved! to his Whose hand unchained a race. Take the worn frame, that rested n…

STILL in thy streets, O Paris!… Of blood defy the cleansing autumn… Still breaks the smoke Messina’s… And Naples mourns that new Bartho… When squalid beggary, for a dole o…

Around Sebago’s lonely lake There lingers not a breeze to brea… The mirror which its waters make. The solemn pines along its shore, The firs which hang its gray rock…

‘O for a knight like Bayard, Without reproach or fear; My light glove on his casque of st… My love-knot on his spear! ’O for the white plume floating