Not Kenesaw high-arching, Nor Allatoona’s glen— Though there the graves lie parchi… Stayed Sherman’s miles of men; From charred Atlanta marching

He toned the sprightly beam of mor… With twilight meek of tender eve, Brightness interfused with softnes… Light and shade did weave: And gave to candor equal place

Mortally Wounded at Chancellorsvi… The Man who fiercest charged in f… Whose sword and prayer were long - Stonewall! Even him who stoutly stood for Wr…

Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. On on...

I AM a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular...

Concerning the officers of the whale-craft, this seems as good a place as any to set down a little domestic peculiarity on ship-board, arising from the existence of the harpooneer class...

_If Luther’s day expand to Darwin… _Shall that exclude the hope—forec… Unmoved by all the claims our time… The ancient Sphinx still keeps th… shade;

“Most ugly shapes and horrible asp… Such as Dame Nature selfe mote fe… Or shame, that ever should so fowl… From her most cunning hand escaped… All dreadfull pourtraicts of defor…

1876 Sunning ourselves in October on a… Balmy as spring, though the year w… I lading my pipe, she stirring her… My old woman she says to me,

Healed of my hurt, I laud the inh… Yea, bless the Angels Four that t… For healed I am even by the pitil… Distilled in wholesome dew named r…

What grand irregular thunder, thought I, standing on my hearth-stone among the Acroceraunian hills, as the scattered bolts boomed overhead, and crashed down among the valleys, every bol...

YOU see," said poet Blandmour, enthusiastically—as some forty years ago we walked along the road in a soft, moist snowfall, toward the end of March—"you see, my friend, that the blessed...

It is noon; and Dough-Boy, the steward, thrusting his pale loaf-of-bread face from the cabin-scuttle, announces dinner to his lord and master; who, sitting in the lee quarter-boat, has ...

_At The Surf Inn_ List the harp in window wailing Stirred by fitful gales from sea: Shrieking up in mad crescendo— Dying down in plaintive key!

With banners furled and clarions m… An army passes in the night; And beaming spears and helms salut… The dark with bright. In silence deep the legions stream…