#AmericanWriters
BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1… The end has come, as come it must To all things; in these sweet Jun… The teacher and the scholar trust Their parting feet to separate way…
Out from Jerusalem The king rode with his great War chiefs and lords of state, And Sheba’s queen with them; Comely, but black withal,
TOKEN Of friendship true and tr… From one whose fiery heart of yout… With mine has beaten, side by side… For Liberty and Truth; With honest pride the gift I take…
The burly driver at my side, We slowly climbed the hill, Whose summit, in the hot noontide, Seemed rising, rising still. At last, our short noon-shadows bi…
Oh, praise an’ tanks! De Lord he… To set de people free; An’ massa tink it day ob doom, An’ we ob jubilee. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wave…
THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I. To-day, alike are great and small,
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS. WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the Eas… The homestead of the free!
‘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
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf A… You scarcely need my tardy thanks, Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend… A green leaf on your own Green Ba… The memory of your friend.
ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain, Woke in the night to the sound of… The rush of wind, the ramp and roa… Of great waves climbing a rocky sh… Annie rose up in her bed-gown whit…
My heart was heavy, for its trust… Abused, its kindness answered with… So, turning gloomily from my fello… One summer Sabbath day I strolled… The green mounds of the village bu…
She sang alone, ere womanhood had… The gift of song which fills the a… Tender and sweet, a music all her… May fitly linger where she knelt t…
FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL… Once more on yonder laurelled heig… The summer flowers have budded; Once more with summer’s golden lig… The vales of home are flooded;
KNOW’ST thou, O slave-cursed la… How, when the Chian’s cup of guil… Was full to overflow, there came God’s justice in the sword of flam… That, red with slaughter to its hi…
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,— Or bringing from the meadows,