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Our hearths are gone out and our h… And but the ghosts of homes to us… And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs… From friend to friend of an unspok… O Raven days, dark Raven days of…
[Not long ago a certain Georgia c… by awaking each morning to find th… quite outgrown the cotton overnigh… in defiance of his lazy freedmen’s… set the whole State in a laugh by…
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams… Sweep lordly o’er the drowned Pas… Fly glittering through the sun’s s… Sail fast, sail fast.
So one in heart and thought, I tr… That thou might’st press the strin… And both would meet in music sweet… Thou and I, I trow.
(Killed at Surrey C. H., October… . . . . . Dear friend, forgive a wild lament Insanely following thy flight. I would not cumber thine ascent
My soul is sailing through the sea… But the Past is heavy and hindere… The Past hath crusted cumbrous sh… That hold the flesh of cold sea-me… About my soul.
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together aga…
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heav… O’erseeing all that man but unders… To loiter down lone alleys of deli… And hear the beating of the hearts… And think the thoughts that lilies…
‘To heal his heart of long-time pa… One day Prince Love for to travel… With Ministers Mind and Sense. ’Now what to thee most strange may… Quoth Mind and Sense. ‘All thing…
In my sleep I was fain of their f… Of the live-oak, the marsh, and th… The little green leaves would not… Up-breathed from the marshes, a me… Interwoven with waftures of wild s…
He’s fast asleep. See how, O Wi… Night’s finger on the lip of life Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-… Of busy Baby Charley. One arm stretched backward round h…
Presenting a portrait-bust of the… Since you, rare friend! have tied… With thanks more large than man e’… So let the dumbness of this image… My eloquence, and still interpret…
Trim set in ancient sward, his man… Upbore his frontage largely toward… We could not dream but that he had… What virtue breathed from out his… We gazed o’erhead: far down our d…
‘If life were caught by a clarione… And a wild heart, throbbing in the… Should thrill its joy and trill it… And utter its heart in every deed, ’Then would this breathing clarion…
I asked my heart to say Some word whose worth my love’s de… Upon my Lady’s natal day. Then said my heart to me: ‘Learn from the rhyme that now sha…