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or, The First Steamboat up the A… You, Dinah! Come and set me whar… De Lord, HE made dese black-jack… Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on… It 'pear to me dis mornin’ I kin…
The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her… O, Moors are as fierce to kill as… —Put out the light, said he. A sweeter light than ever rayed
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…
(Killed at Surrey C. H., October… . . . . . Dear friend, forgive a wild lament Insanely following thy flight. I would not cumber thine ascent
In the South lies a lonesome, hun… He huddles his rags with a cripple… He mutters, prone on the barren sa… What time his heart is breaking. He lifts his bare head from the gr…
“Order A. P. Hill to prepare for… “Tell Major Hawks to advance the… “Let us cross the river and rest i… The stars of Night contain the gl… And rain his glory down with sweet…
Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful… With intricate shades of the vines… Clamber the forks of the multiform… Emerald twilights,— Virginal shy lights,
The Day was dying; his breath Wavered away in a hectic gleam; And I said, if Life’s a dream, an… And Love and all are dreams—I’ll… A mist came over the bay
Joust First. Bright shone the lists, blue bent… And the knights still hurried amai… To the tournament under the ladies… Where the jousters were Heart and…
Death, thou’rt a cordial old and r… Look how compounded, with what car… Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went,
Now haste thee while the way is cl… Paul Revere! Haste, Dawes! but haste thee not,… To Lexington. Then Devens looked and saw the li…
Look off, dear Love, across the s… And mark yon meeting of the sun an… How long they kiss in sight of all… Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea’s red vintage melts…
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush… With passions of perfume,—if viole… That hint of heaven with odor more… If perfect roses, each a holy Gra… Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth…
My crippled sense fares bow’d alon… His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life wit… And I wake by night and dream by… And the Morning seems but fatigue…
‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…