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A M E R I C AN P O E T R Y
,
WI TH
CR I T I C A L A N D B I O GR A P H I C A L
N O T IC E S .
I N T HREE VO LU MES .
BY S AMU E L KE T T E L L .
V O L . II.
B OS T O N ,
S. G G O O D R IC H
. AN D C O .
MD C C CXXI X .
B S O TON,
JOEL BA RL OW,
Th e H asty P uddin g ,
E mbass y of R och a .
G E O R G E R ICHA R DS,
The D eclaration of In dependence ,
MER CY WA R REN ,
Simplicity,
THOMAS DAW E S ,
The L aw given at Sinai ,
R ICHA R D D EVENS ,
Parap hrase of Job ,
SAMU EL D EXTE R ,
The Progress of Science ,
Modern Ar gumentation ,
R OYALL TYL E R ,
C h oice of a W ife ,
On a R uine d Hou se ,
0 71
4
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iv C ONT E NT S .
R ICHA R D ALSOP ,
E ch o ,
No 1 .
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Verses to t h e Shearwater ,
TH E ODO R E DWI G HT ,
African D istress ,
E ch o No 14 .
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L ines to a Mother ,
SA R AH W MO R TON , .
Th e African C hief ,
JOSIAS L A R NOL D .
,
Fragment ,
Son g ,
WI LLIAM BOYD ,
W oman ,
WI LL IAM C LI FF TON ,
T o a Robin ,
To F ancy ,
A Fli gh t o f F ancy ,
R OB E R T T PAIN E .
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Adam s an d Liberty ,
J OHN L ATH R OP ,
Speech of C a non ic us,
T he Po wer of Solitu de ,
DAVID EV ER E TT,
A Br anch o f t he Maple ,
CO NT E N T S .
THOMAS G F ESS E ND EN , .
An Ode,
T ab ith a Towzer,
Sig nior Squeak
s D ancin g Advertisement,
JOHN B L INN , .
T h e P owers of Genius ,
JOHN SHAW ,
T he Autumnal Flower ,
Song ,
WI LLIAM L PI E R C E, .
T h e Year ,
L U CI U S M SA R G ENT , .
Th e W a y to b e Happy ,
Village Greatness ,
WILL IAM C R AF TS ,
R api ds in L ove ,
Serenade Son g ,
S ELL E CK O SBOR N ,
Th e R uin s ,
Th e Quarrels of Love ,
Th e Sailor ,
T h e P aint Kin g ,
T he R every ,
Th e P riz e ,
Tea,
To a Fair Lady ,
VOL II . .
vi C O NT ENTS .
R OB ERT S . CO FF IN ,
Son g ,
R omance ,
R ICHAR D DABN EY ,
Th e Sprin g of L ife ,
A W estern W ar Song -
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Th e H eroes of th e W est ,
Thi rn not to th e E a st ,
To a L ady ,
H EN R Y T FA R M ER ,.
JAME S K P A ULDIN G
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Th e Backwoo dsman ,
P AUL ALL EN ,
Noah C anto Il
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C R YS T ALIN A,
L YDIA H SI G O UR N EY,
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D eath of an In fant ,
Missolon ghi ,
Burial of th e Young ,
To t h e Moon ,
A Vision of th e Alps ,
C onnecticut R iver ,
Flora s Party
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Musin g Thoughts ,
C ONT E N TS . vi
R O B ER T c . SANDS ,
Ya m oy den ,
R O B ER T DINSMOO R ,
SAMUEL WOODWO R TH ,
The Bucket ,
Th e L a n dsen d,
L ove s E yes
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Wreath of L ove ,
JOHN PI ER PONT ,
Airs of P al estine ,
Th e P il gr im F ath ers ,
In depen dence ,
H EN R Y PICK ER IN G ,
To a Beautiful L ake ,
D aph ne ,
Flo wers ,
I Thou gh t it Slept ,
T h e W at erfall ,
D escriptive S onnets ,
H EN R Y C KNI G HT, .
T h e C ountry O v en ,
F S KEY,
. .
KATHA R IN E A WA R E, .
T h ere is a Voice ,
Greece ,
The P artin g ,
v iii C O NT E NT S .
PA GE O
S AR AH J. H AE&
Th e Fath er s C h oice
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T he Victor s C rown
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The Gifts ,
Th e Mother to h er C hil d ,
EN OCH L INCO L N ,
T he Villag e ,
JOHN C M CALL , .
Th e Troubadour ,
Rise C olumbia ,
D ANIEL B R YAN ,
L afayette ,
A L ON Z O LEWIS ,
D eath Son g ,
Th e Minstrel s L ove
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T he W an derer of Africa ,
N AT H ANDM. A H AVEN , .
L ines
on Frederic th e Great ,
Autumn ,
J AM ES N BA R K ER , .
G EO R G E W DOAN E, .
Oh ! th at I h ad W in gs like a D ove ,
L ines on Sunset ,
Spirit of Sprin g ,
NATHANI EL H W RI G H T , .
C ONT E NT S ix
Th e Star of Bethleh em ,
Th e American Flag ,
Hadad Scene I II
, ,
An Apolo g ue ,
THOMAS WELL S,
At Musing Hour ,
S olitu de ,
A Vision ,
Sonnet ,
R etrospection ,
W hy shoul d we sigh 2
When Death sh all L ay ,
SAMU EL H JENKS , .
T he Patriot s Grave
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ANTHONY B LEECK ER ,
On revisitin g th e C ottag e of R osa ,
Trenton F a l ls ,
G A G AMA G E,
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My E arly D ay ,
C ONT ENT S .
P A GE .
A LB ER T G G REEN E,
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L ines
,
L ucifer ,
Giuseppino ,
SAM UEL D E AN E,
The Populous Vil lage ,
AM E R IC AN P O E T R Y
W ITH
C R I T I C AL A N D BI O GR A P HI C AL NOTI C E S .
J O E L BAR L O V .
and h ad ten chil dren of whom our poet was the youngest
,
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th an sui c ien t to give him a libe ral e duc ation of s uch a sort
as was c ustomary at that period He ente re d rst at Dart
.
dur ing the c ollege vac atio n s , and fought in man y of the S kir
m ish es at the b e ginning of the war A fter completing h is
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may b e found in a volume w ith the ti tle of American P oems
publishe d at L it chel d in 1793 .
the p ubl ic prints at that time were c onducte d with any talent ,
the work He dedic ate d it to Lou is X VI, and had the satis
.
the newspaper .
his manners wanted that engag ing pli ancy which is so e ffect ,
sin gularly novel and interesting sce nes whic h the revolu
tion in that country was exh ibiting from day to day c ause d ,
can , and one who ha d already lent his aid t o the c aus e
J O E L BARLO W . 5
p ub hc ac t .
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v oL . II. 1
6 J O EL BARL O W .
r
y as a department of the French republic
, He spent th e .
whic h were then conv ulsing Franc e with still mighti er power ,
would soon work out her politi cal regeneration ; b ut th e sc e ne s
o f turbul enc e anarchy and blood w hich rec urr ed from day to
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enjoyed .
men .
of France and add ing to b oth a mili tary and naval ac ademy
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an d a school of ne arts This prospectus h e publishe d in a
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tempt .
JO E L BARLO W . 9
pos ing sta teliness and symmetry of the epopee For this pur .
and before the world he did not seem dispose d to desist in any
,
it dif c ult to acc omplish from the many delays and Ob stacles
,
r ank among his c ountrymen even those of his own day ; yet
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era t ure in the person of this single wri ter and r egarded ,
clam ation .
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sp irit ofun earthly tone , whic h act like a spell upon the s ens es ,
His pow ers were inadequ ate to the accomplis h ment of the
un dertak ing which he meditate d in the Columbiad The poe m .
THE H A S T Y P U D D ING .
C AN T O I .
V OL . Jr
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l4 JO EL BAR L o w .
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From thee what health w hat vi g or h e p o s s ess d, ,
CA N T O I I .
While the full pail re wards the milk maid s toil , -
JOEL BARL OW .
C A N TO III .
How oft thy teats these precious hands have p ress d !
How oft thy bounties prove my only feast !
How oft I v e fe d thee with my favorite grain !
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F R OM T H E V IS IO N O F C O L U MBU S .
WHE RE Spring s coy steps in c old Ganadi e stray , ,
Wild o er the vast impenetrable round ,
Bloom on t he w aste a n d clot he the en a rb or d plain
, ,
Illume the chan ging rocks and shed the beams of day .
JO E L B ARL O W .
O er many a league the aming deluge h url d,
T he a f icted chief w ith fear and grief o pp ress d
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L ate the lone tribes on those u nl a b or d shores
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H
is arts of peac e through happy real ms t o spread,
n d altars grace w ith s ac ric 1a l b re ad ;
he aven .
T he
li htn in g s glanc in g res in fury c url d
Swi ft thro ugh the lon g white ridges fro m the north ,
Th e r apid whirl winds le ad their terrors forth ;
High w alks t h e storm , t he circlin g s urges rise ,
And wild gyrations w he el th e hovering skies ;
V ast hills o f snow, in sweeping c olumns driven,
Delu e the air and c hoke th e vo id of heaven ;
F loo cfs burst thei r b ounds the roc ks forget their plac e ,
,
They seek th eir absent sire and sink belo w the main .
G E O R GE R IC H A R DS ,
V OL . ii . 3*
28 G E O RG E R l C H ABD S .
TH E D E C L ARA TI ON OF IN D E PE N D E N C L
L ies c rush d
by despotism s T y phre an paw ,
Howl , as Wild furies o er th e Atlantic ood,
.
Lo,
mid the bowers of sweet domestic peac e , ,
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ie 96 96 -
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G ive one fond look at home , fall down , c onvu l se, expire .
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x at x
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R ed in th e north , t he bipe d of t h e ch a se ,
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Of l oosen d h avoc k s ca n n ib alia n h ounds
And Abel s righteous blood , by Cain s rude hand , is sp ill d
.
The fruits luxuri a nt on E uphrates shores ,
Sinc e whic h th e garden s closely loc k d by fate ,
T H O MA S D A WE S
Borne on t h e whirlwind s rapid win g he ies ,
Cherub and s eraphim prepare his way ,
Th at e en th e earth and air which gave them b irth , ,
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x ae as it
it 9 0 R
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L ift up your heads celestial gates ! they sin g
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V OL . 4
38 R I CH ARD D EVE NS .
R IC H A R D D E V E N S
WH O S E art where hum an foot ne er acc ess found
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S A MU E L D E X T E R ,
Mr Dexter s biography b elongs to a department distinc t
from that of poetry As a statesman an d lawyer a m an of
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TH E PR OGRE S S OF S C IENC E .
Though r ude and savage Afric s sons we nd ,
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In philosophic ease they p a ss d their years ,
E gypt beh eld her twilight s fainter ray,
S AMUE L D E XT E R .
4l
When 10! ,
nic ra g e u surp d the whole
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T owns , ci t ies ,
kingdoms from their b asis fall ,
And one wide ruin overwhelms t hem al l .
Men drudged their lab or d a ln ess t o rehearse ,
A stain a blot upon t h h istoric pa e .
ST J O IDV H O N E Y W O O D
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ON THE PRE S IDENT S FARE WE L L A DD RE S S .
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ON R ome
s devote d h ead t h e bolt descends ;
The prou d Oppressor s long dominion en ds
Man s guide and solac e in this drear abode
Plain was th y garb and lovely w as thy mien ,
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Who rst with blood thy snow white robes dist ain d -
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M ODE RN AR GUMENTATI ON * .
T wa
at C om m en cem en t tide so goes the tal e ,
s ,
At Harvar d D artmouth P rinceton King s , or Yale,
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A c andidate for lea rnin g s prime degree
Propos ed this q uestion to the fa c ulty
This horse will always from a tan yar d y, -
96 it
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x it ee
Dennie its e ditor an d c ontrib ute d many of the b est art icles in
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Independenc e da y is c ome
L et the roasting pig b e bled ,
M Y MI S TRE S SE S .
But l ist ye lovers and on 11swear
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She c on quer d with a su dden glanc e
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In widow s wee ds , the prude appe ars
See now she drowns me with her tears,
With bony st, now slaps my e ars ,
And b ring s me t o my sens es
ADD RE S S T O DE L L A C RU S CA .
Son of the s um mer s bland prolic rays , ,
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More happy thou th an Mac edonia s lord ,
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The twin Miamis placid Scioto .
C H O I CE OF A W IFE .
Yet aye , she haunts the dale where erst she stra y d ;
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SE E ,
se e blu ff winter quits the town
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And hell is fill d with hungry Sinners
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R IC H A R D A L SO P .
in 1759, and resided in that plac e during the most of his life .
gure of the most ludicrous c ut, and the public were so much
entertained as to induce the authors to execute other pieces in
t h e same strain Hopkins Trumb ull and oth ers soon uni te d
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sarc asm adapte d for popular e ffect, w ere reli e d upon by the
writers rather than the grac e and euphony of the numb ers
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year s verses which acc ompany the Echo were princip ally th e
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vol ume was written for the most part by Alsop Thes e display
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r, v
b
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n
t h t we
a def nded b y elec t ric r d s , p p ea red t be wr p ped i sheets of liv id
re e o a o a n
th me a nd ,
o d f t he p u a o lled it b u ing to e t s d w t hen n vi t h
o re re ro s rn rr n o n
a l a rm i ng i l ce T h ma je t i r
v o en f di p l di g t h u d
. e w b u t in g wit h
s c oar o s o n n ers , n o rs
a udd
s as h a d n w w
en cr ti g th
, um bl
n g E h o f th i u d
as in ther e r in c o o e r so n s n o
lan ds added i d, ib a b l e g a d ur t o t h
n escru b li m Scene The wi idows of the
r n e e s . r
e ced t h i
n um m Se
s s al p u w k h d h b it d m l h ly ight
er. v er re v ro s ee s a ex i e a e anc o s
t he dure f l d w
ve r no l y d t y d ; d t he p at i t h u ba dr n alr ioet
e s as ea r es ro e an en s n na r
r ies a nd t h e t h a sp l nd d ee t i
, o erf p im it i ve l c losed t he ma g ni cent
e i r c on o r co o rs ,
pi ct ure dp e , te d t
an t he co t em p l t
r s en mi d th g l f m
o y l t h d w it h
n a i ve n , e an e o erc ,c o e
t he b ll i ri f t hi ia nce odi t ed h d di p e n f h t y t a
s rra a m b l d wo l ds
a rc , an s ns e cr o ss e e r .
It is ot u at u
n l t o expec t t h a t t he t hu d r t m w uld be a t t ended with
nn ra n e s or o
so m e da m g W e he r a ba
a e. bel g i g if Mr VVy t h of C a mbridge ca ug h t
a rn on n e
t ons of ha y , G
cc
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R ICH ARD ALS OP .
The sons of Boston , the elect of heaven ,
Presente d Mercy s angel smiling fai r
,
Some say the lightning tur u d it red ,
Some say the thunder struc k it de ad ,
v n n sn s TO THE S HE AR WA TE R ON THE M O R N IN G AF TE R
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A S T O RM A T SE A .
E xulting in the tempest s roar .
O er the vast rolli n g watry way
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This p iece, we bel ieve , ha s never b efore been p rin t ed
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R IC HARD AL S OP .
Throu g h the vessel s storm rent sides , -
Far from e arth s remotest trac e ,
What impels the e th us t o roam ?
What h ast thou to mark the plac e
When thou seek st thy distant home ?
Without star or magnet s aid ,
T HE INCANTATI ON O F UL F O .
F R OM T H E C O N QU E ST OF S C A N D N A V IA
I .
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Till a lone dell his wandering footsteps found ,
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VOL . 11. 6
RI C HARD AL S OP .
Thine th e Vic tor s pride to mar
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Slow from the gul f mid lightnin gs faintly seen ,
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V OL . 11 . 6*
RI C H ARD AL S OP .
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An d o er our host thy arm of strength ext end ;
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T H E O D O R E D W IG H T .
among the Hart ford wits H is New Year s rhymes writ
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AFRI C AN D I S TRESS .
ECHO N O.
ON
Monday last the s un with scorching ray, ,
F m t h e N or wi h P acket f J u e 2 0 1793
ro c ,
o n , .
M m m t h 2 7t h i t b i g y w m t h
o y e pp ns d i th N W
. e n e e al
v er ar , ere a ea re n e . . s v r
sm a ll c l uds whi h i d
o t ed wha t t he e t h g ea t ly t od i
, c n i ca eed f h we ar r s o n n o , v i z. s o rs
o f ra i whi h a wa d
n, c ll ct ed a d di ct ed t h i c ur t t h
er r s co e t h w rd of n re e r o se o e n or a
t hi p l ace t ll bo ut t h ee o l k w hen a l ud l t h d i
s , i a r b le b l k g t h red in
c oc ,
c o c o e n sa ac a e
t he wes t aro e a n d p s ed i a d i re t l i e v
, s t hi i t y : w ft d W t h u om m on
a s n c n o er s c a e i nc
il
v o ence b y t h w i d uct ua t i g i e i us dir t i
n p t d t t he h um a
n n var o ec on s , resen e o n
an d lm t i e
a os t ly b u t i t
nc s sa n m f m whi h t
rs k ed t he h ven
n s rea so cri son re , c s rea ea s
wit h a t hi g l u t
s on i s v a l f wh i h f m t h a
n s re se e ier bet we t he
o c , ro e ne r con n x o n en
b la z d ep t m u t h
e an r ora h d t he , th t f
s d t t t h ugh w d
a v e re c e ot ea r no ar is an , o e o n
lea of yrn
qu t i l d m g
an con s e u t d It en t ued t
a d b urd
a a it el f of
es s s a i ne . c on i n o is en s
it s c t t W t h u rem t t d
on e n s d
i d i l n e u t il t hi h a de
e f ev i g h a d
o r er a n v o en c n e s s o en n
s p d a ou d u t h cu t i
rea r n f th s ig h t wh n it g a du ll y di p p red
e r a ns o a d e n ,
e r a sa ea n
t he h r z o shone g i
o i n l a d b gh t G y Lu a wh i m je t i w y was
a a n c ea r n ri . a n o n a s c s a
no w t a v ll i g t he d w w d k i
r e n h e W th u u u l pl d
o n ar a d th
s t
es s be on i n s a s en or, n e s ar
s p a g l ed a p y
n f h av
c no fu i h d o e at ece b u t i fu l t
en t h ey
rn s f t he e a sce n on ea o e e o
e ec t d t h i
r e
p l um y W g
e r o t t u ed t t h God f in t ure t h
s, a s f blne , a g n o e o na ei r ee e son s
g h b i g gr m il h m i z d m u ic
of p i e d th
ra s , a n m d t c e ti
e n ei or n o v es a i s r a on s s
es , ar on e s
wo k f
r s o tu u d t u bed l ugh
na re, d j in l t udi b l g t it ude w a k e t h
is r a an re o ce e a e ra a e
,
v i f m on t h cca i fo n f t he ch i t f h
o ce o an is o s on bl i g ro eo o ces o ea ven s
es s n s.
l ight ni g n .
TH E OD O R E D W I GH T .
S ome of thes e streaks w ere foll ow d by a roar,
Whic h c ame s o near the streak that went befor e ,
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Just ra ised his hea d and Ope d his drowsy eyes ,
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St ep p d s oft ly out, in pink a n d silver dress d,
O ft , when our bosoms ll d with dire dismay
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When keenest anguish ra c k d his mighty mind ,
And the fond h eart the j oys of li fe res ig n d
W R AP P D in in nocent repose ,
To h is temporary bower ?
VOL . 7
74 T H E ODOR E D W I GH T .
Hark y mother s voic e b enig n ,
In th is parad ise of j oy ,
S AR A H W E N T W O R T H MO R T ON ,
T HE AFRI C AN C H IE F .
H as
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H is
wife by nameless wrongs s ub dued ,
His bosom s friend to death resig n d ;
P aoli s time endur ing praise
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J O SI A S L Y N D O N AR NOL D
W a s born at Providenc e R hode Island ab out t he ye ar 1768, , ,
A M ODE RN E C L OGUE .
CARY L .
How times have al t er d sinc e I rst th ee kn ew !
How am I left the wedding day t o rue !
Ah luckless Caryl ! Sus an , faithless fair
, ,
T he p iece t it l d T h e La t W ds
en e s or of S ha lom , whi ch t he edit or
c l uded i n A ol d vol ume is b y F renea u
rn
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V OL . ii. 7*
JOS IAS L Y ND O N AR NOLD .
U S AN S .
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C A RY L .
I
ll b eat thee though I love the
,
e as my h fe .
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8 J OSIA S LY ND O N A RNOLD .
C AR YL .
U SA N 8 .
But now let s le ave this vile P awtuc ket town,
And in the country onc e more s et t le d o wn : a
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But pe ac e inspire the ravish d bard .
E RN C OUNTR Y .
*E vi l Sp irit .
2
JOS IA S LYND O N ARNOLD .
Ka nh a w a trembles o n h is shore .
S ONG .
If e er sh e w eeps I kiss t h e te ar ,
She s youthful innocent and gay ,
,
G od S p it o ir .
W I LLI AM B OYD .
W IL L IAM B O Y D
age of nineteen , a po em, entitle d Woman, delivere d by
him at a public e x hibition at college .
W OMAN .
Press d the c old earth and bade the fou ntai n pour
,
Had h eaven s behest in providenc e deni e d
Nature s best gi ft , an d m an s t oo c harming pride ,
The happy peas ant climbs the mountain s b row,
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Cornelia s worth sh all grac e t h historic p age ,
The j eal ous knave would tame a female s hate
Wi t h splendid t ri es and t he charms of state ;
With regal pride the lover s warmth woul d give '
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Preposterous thought ! where slavery s galling c hain
Chill s the young wish , an d turns each j oy to p ain ,
,
Bl u sh at its follies and the fair admire ,
W IL L IAM C L IF F T O N .
this guidance the great mas ters of poetry and eloquence were
studied and imitated with a ll the ze al and assid uity which his
,
T O A R OB IN .
As o er th e bleak mountain it p as s d
,
T O FAN C Y .
I to th ee my soul resign ;
All my future life be thin e
R ic h or beggar d c h a in d or free
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V OL I L
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9 W ILL I AM C L I FF T O N .
Thus through life with th ee I ll glide ,
Happy still whate er betide ,
R ich or beggar
d c ha in d or free
,
,
A FL IGH T OF F A N C Ya
, ,
Sh al l visit oft th e N a ia d s c el ls
,
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R 0BE R T T RE AT P A IN E .
"
R OBE RT TRE AT P a m s w a s born at Taunton in Massa
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t u e in 18 1 .
94 R OB E RT T R EAT u rn s .
and his fath er , whos e prej udices against the charac ter of a
p ub lic performer coul d not b e overcome although Mrs P aine ,
his smaller pieces perhaps the b est of his works His nation
,
.
a l son
g of Adams and L iberty is the most widely known .
is quite c ommonplac e .
scended ,
May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought,
And your sons reap the soil which their fathers defended .
Mid the reign of mil d peac e ,
May your nation increase ,
For ne er shal l the sons , & c .
For ne er sh all th e sons , & c .
But long e er our nation submits to the yok e ,
Not a tre e shall be le ft on the eld where it ourished .
For ne er shall the sons & c , .
VOL . i i. 9
98 R OBE R T T RE AT ra m s .
L et fa me
to the world sound Americ a s voic e
Oh ! y to me Mary ; ,
C H O RU S .
shroude d ;
To kindle her shrine ,
His Promethean line
Drew a spark from the clouds and made printing divine
,
C H OR U s .
C H O RU S .
Watch and foster the ame whic h i nsp ires h uman kind !
,
C H OR U S .
county He held the o fc e only for a short time , and retu rned
.
c ute their studies The proposal was rej ecte d from the a p
.
putes which occ upied the public attention , had nearly banishe d
all taste and inclination for literary pursuits and hardly any ,
thin g was relishe d which did not relate in some shape or other
t o the loc al politics of the day L ath rop had little partiality
.
VOL . ii. 9*
JOH N LATH ROP .
for s uc h avoc ations besides that his absenc e from home had
,
estrange d him from all interest and famili arity with most of
the prominent topics of political debate The d esign of the .
S P EE C H OF C AN O N IC U S .
F lash d ames lik e res that light the nort hern sky ;
* T he
god of re .
t River gods .
JOH N LATH R OP . 0
1 5
Was spared by e arth s fell chief and his ins atiate brood
.
96 96
, ,
And near Ontario s hoarsely m urm urin w ave
They form d a tribe blood thirsty b o d and br ave
,
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,
Hence t ra in d to arms our strong and dauntless b an ds
,
n eglect .
F R OM T H E P O WE R O F S O L IT U D E .
S c e h es where Salvato r s so ul had o d to cli mb
, jy
Mid wilds ab rupt, and im a es sublime
Or c aught with k indling gI
,
a n ce the bold designs ,
v on . ii. 1 0
JOSE PH S TORY .
One darling daughter cla im d the g ood man s c are ,
,
,
And eve s ne blush imb ue d the glowing west .
K iss the stray owers whic h dress d the stre aml et s marg e,
,
,
Clings sh uddering clin g s him t o the fatal mast,
, ,
O er the rude hill oc k w aves the rank grass high ,
And moans t he Wild blast as it hurtles by ,
D ara n zel or the P ersian P atriot, which was acte d and pub
,
A BRANC H OF TH E MA P L E .
T H O MAS G R E E N F E S SE N D E N .
in Boston .
E L EG Y ON TH E D E ATH OF W AS H INGT ON .
H av e C l t l e S s unk in oods of re ,
'
AN O D E .
Where free d o m rears h er hallow d dome
L ookdown from heaven s empyreal height,
And gil d with smiles this happy day .
TA B I TH A T O W Z E R .
M i s s TABI T HA T o w z n n is fair ,
D ANC ING a n v n n r rsn ms n r
'
si e n ro n s qn n a x s .
N a t a Ban e
ladies grown ,
J O H N B L AIR L IN N
V OL . XL 11
12 2 JOH N B LA I R LI NN .
l
c ourt to th e ni us es an d dealing in the subti ties of p olom ical
,
or n ature , exhibi t .
T HE P O W E R S OF GENI U S
T ri s h uman fabric e arly from its birth
Feels some fon d inuenc e from i ts parent e arth
In di fferent regions different forms w e trac e ,
Here d wells a feeble there an iron rac e ;
,
V OL I I
. .
J OHN S H A W .
J O H N SH AW .
Al giers in Febru ary 180 0and afterwards vis ite d Tunis where
, ,
our c onsul and th e Bey , were thrown into s uch dii c ult ies that
TH E A UT UMNAL P L O WVER .
W E A MA A
R IT T N T LT .
Ah why , so ft ow ret , dost thou dare
U pon this bleak asc ent to bloom
Thou c o m st amid th e dying ye ar
An d murmurin g W i ld b e es li n g er d near
But Summer s golden reign is o er ,
thy fragranc e shall be o er ,
96 96 96
S ONG .
W IL L IAM L E IG H P IE R C E ,
de eply will acc ount for the h arshness of his invec ti ves , and
,
TH E Y EA R .
IN al l
the varied ch ange and state of life ,
The calm of solitude or noisy stri fe, ,
, , ,
Hear yon un let t er d upstart c oarsely b awl ,
The w arrior s blad e, and rule the b attle eld ;
Much prone to fear , the cow ard souls aspire
N o further than the cr avings of desire ;
Ill iterate they in scienc e dull and slow
, ,
S o E urope says and sure it must be so
, .
VOL . 11
.
L U C I US M S ARG ENT . .
L U C IU S M . sa ne n N T ,
r m: P L UN D E a E a s GRAVE .
Th e s ea me w ies weary
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, ,
And , cowering s eeks sh elter from oc e an s wil d roar
, , .
Th e gay streamer wa v m g
And wh ere n o w so fearless , ,
Th e mariner, helming ,
Mid clouds , dark a n d ch eerles s,
And oc ean o erwhelm in g ?
O e r wil d ocean, braving ,
Har d earn d was th e tre asure ,
N ow rudely is tearing
The poo r h umble garb fr om the c orse that is c old !
The ple dge of devotion
Th ine arm still is weari ng !
Th at pledge mid the oce an ,
,
W h o o er th e corse gazes ?
,
,
T he s ailor he raises .
W IL L IA M R AY
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138 W I LL IA M R AY .
miles from the town , the frigate struc k on a rock and in spite ,
al mos t naked and w ere driven into the wate r up t o our arm
,
the ow of life for ever , and the T urks seemed more b arb arous
t h an us ual , b e ating us with their b a mboos , and exultin g i n o ur
sufferings They k ept u s in the w ater from ab out sunris e
.
,
not to turn out anoth er day without food and this brou g ht the ,
Auburn in 182 7
, .
Sit down and write a b etter work .
TR I P O L I .
Th is clay w a s m o ist en d with a Christian s te ars ;
?
Cringe t o a power w hich death and r p a iue crown
Smile at a smile and tremble at a frown ?
,
Whene er I lay me down to rest ,
An scienc e to attend y o u ,
You might as well the sty rene ,
W IL L IA M C R A F T S
RA PI D S IN L OVE .
And the tears of their union thou gh sunbe ams ill ume ,
They meet in the r ai nb ow an d part in the gloom
, .
There are rapids in love but th ey must b e past o er
,
SERENADE S ONG .
S E L L E C K O SBO R N .
c onnement .
b usy a n d over h eate d time of party turb ulenc e and the orator
-
,
for Osb orn the nder o f his m anusc ript was one of his own
,
,
That bosom s purity profane
T HE SA I L O R .
W AS H IN G T O N A L L S T ON
TH E P A INT KING .
Then high from the ground did the grim monster lift
The loud scre aming maid like a b last
-
mercy
Oh , c ri ed Ellen and s w o on d in his arms ,
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,
"
But the P aint K in g h e s c o d at her pain
-
, .
d
P rithee love sai the monster w hat mean these alarms ?
, , ,
T is true
s aid the monste r , th o u queen of
,
Yet ne er to the c anvas c ould I With my art
IVAS H IN GT ON ALL S TON .
He spake wh en b ehold th e fair Geraldine s for m
, ,
On the c anvas enchantingly g low d
His touches they e w like t h e leaves in a storm
And the p ure pearly w hite and the c arnation w arm
C ontend ing in harmony ow d
.
There love show d his glittering dart,
J ust b athe d in the nectar of bees ;
While fancy persuaded my he art,
Th at his only design was to pleas e .
And c la i m d me at onc e as h er o wn ;
THE P RI Z E .
My wife says h e , I m o ff for town
,
,
To se e if I am still a clown .
Your ticket, friend Clo d st ret c h d h is eyes
He feels Clod s pulse , a n d shakes his head
It is a t : he must be ble d .
VO L . i i. 14
158 W ILL IAM MA XW ELL .
I 11give him medicine enough .
Th ey ll cure him if they should n t
At any rate th ey ll help the bill
.
G ood by t ye to th e hoe and spade !
Away sh e r an a n d seize d the broom ,
,
And e w like lightning round the room ,
TEA .
S ONG .
L OVE ,
the leaves are fallin g round thee
All the forest tre es are bare ;
Winter s snow W ill soon surround thee ,
th
m w w w he e
N ature s c harms will quic kly y the e
,
Chi lling rains around thee pour
Oh then W ith me
, ,
L ove Wilt th ou e e
, ,
H r ly spirits g li d e b e t o re the e
iIrgin g on thy tar dy ight ;
,
W IL L IAM B . W AL T E R ,
182 2
age d ab out twentysix or s even He w rote Sukey ,
.
,
R OMANC E .
T th e last hour ! far o er the beetling steep ,
is
T is t he last hour and a ll around is st ill !
N o murmur bre a ks on Cal vary s lone h ill
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W I LLIA M B . IVALT E R .
And the groan and the curse , and the horrible yell
Of the victor and v a n quish d like spirits o f hell
,
x -
x ar -
x~ at
And spe ars of cry stal tinge d with lightnin g gle ams
,
R IC H A R D D A B N E Y,
oscoe
s spec i mens f Americ an poetry a n d rec eive d a good
R o ,
TH E SPRING OF L IFE .
T not enough th at virtue sways
is
Our present hours and p as s m g days
T is not enough , o ur purpose b e
F rom every b as e int en t i i n fr e e
R I C H ARD DAB N E Y .
A W E S TE RN
'
W AR SONG .
, ,
The brave volunteer mi dst the death a shin g clo ud
,
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,
And her man g led form slept With the mas s acred dead,
He had sworn a dread oath that his rie and ste el , ,
THE H E R OE S O F TH E W E ST .
,
And h allow d the ho ur when he fell ,
VOL . n : 15
R I CH ARD DABN EY .
She smiled a n d t h e nation s mighty woes
Ceased to stream from t he na t ion s eyes ;
That shoul d wake from the h a rp a t his name .
TURN N OT T O TH E EAST .
C AN the heart which rst glow d in a far foreign seat,
For a di fferent land feel its warm pulses beat ?
C an the eye oped not here prop the heart g en der d te ar
, ,
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W A S H IN G T O N IR VIN G
THE F A L L S OF THE P A S S AI C .
But the spirit that r ule d o er the thic k tan g le d wood ,
And deep in its gloom x d his murky abo de
VO L . II . 15*
H E NRY T . F ARM E R .
H E NR Y T . F AR ME R ,
T HE B ATTL E TH E I S LE
OF .
P ART I .
T H E I S L E .
ON the v erge of the deep where the dark sea bird hovers,
,
-
Near the light house whos e ame to the wand erer discovers
-
,
A trophy to Ma r p h is a s spe ar
,
P ART I I I. -
TH E V I S IT .
Slow o er t h e platform pac ed a knight,
In glittering vest a n d armor dight ;
High on his helm like passing cloud , ,
With awful nod a horsetail how d ,
.
A icli w ido w
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,
Saying , within that lady s bower
,
App ea r d the form of female fair ;
P ART IV .
T H E B ATTL E
Hold thieves and murderers on your ,
a T wo of cers be lo ngi ng t o t he U n it ed S t a t es a rm y
.
178 H E NRY T . F ARME R .
A seeming v ic t m i fell .
L et no da m n d slave deri de it ;
TH E B ACKW O ODSMAN .
F w a s sun set s hallow d time and such an
ev e
R
it 3? 96 9t
N ow all through Pennsyl vania s ple as ant land ,
U nheede d p as s d our li ttle roving b and ,
,
And stands unmove d in one ete rnal calm .
But th at the world h e saw e en yesternight,
S eem d fade d li ke a vision fr o m his sight
.
Yet oft he look d I w e en with anxious eye
, , ,
, ,
P AU L AL L E N .
PAUL A LL E N was
born at P rovidence R hode Island Feb , ,
s ome time but not b eing able to obtain a s upport from the
,
mother to support, who had left her home in h erol d age and ,
this time that h e was thrown into j ail for a debt Of thirty dol
,
l ars and the b a d state of his he alth so incre ase d his nervous
VOL . rt . 16*
186 PAUL ALL E N .
Allen s reputation was at the height it w as determined to bring ,
done nothing and c ould do nothing towar d the work and a fter
, ,
pond with the propos als under the name of Allen who wrote , ,
b eg a n i
w t h t he Decl a ra t ion of I n depen den ce , a nd ish d t h
n e e rst
v l ume
o . It was ve y ba dl y p i
r r n t ed he informs us t h a t he ne ve sa w a p
r roo tl
188 PAU L ALLE N .
T was Ararat alone preserve d from death
The little portion of almighty bre ath .
When the erce warfare of the heaven is o er ;
And t hunders ans wering thunders c ease to roar
, ,
P ut Off your san dals all Of Noah s rac e
,
He turu d and saw a fac e th at see m d to wear
,
Shall se e some venturous son of Adam s r ace ,
s
PAUL ALLE N .
Still art sh all trium ph W ith the c onqueror s wreath ,
And teach the rugge d marble how to breath e
The human form beneath h er magic shoc k
Breaks from the r ude rec esses of the rock ;
The frowning quarry th at no tempest fears ,
That bears t h e brunt of he aven for endless years ,
Monarchs sh al l strive amidst an empire s Shock
T o gain possession of th is b eauteous bloc k :
P oets Sh all sing its prais e in s trains S O sweet,
That even liste n ing an g els might repeat ;
From distant nations pil g rims still shal l come,
,
U n con quer d man by science g uide d far ,
,
C R YST AL IN A .
C R YST AL IN A ,
a Fa iry Tale by an Americ an was pub , ,
lis hed at New York in 1816 We have not b een able to learn
.
the n ame of/ the author b ut the high merit of the poe m will
,
0
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B ut on h e p ress d with firm an d fearless tramp
No w when nine times the Knight had has t e d ro und ,
The hollo w earth sent forth a rumbling sound ,
Not the Spic e d bree ze fro m Ceylon s groves that spring s
, ,
Or Shakes Arab ian odors from its wings
Not shinin g gardens of Hesperide s ,
Meth inks I dream ! When thus R in aldo said ,
i "
96
96 96
, ,
In vernal Skies though not lik e J uno s , m a de
, ,
S O N G OF TH E SE E R .
T is my love ! sh e cried and sw ift pursued .
It le d h er to a w atery fen ,
Then s hri e k d and quen c h d its taper bright
,
Ah y ! ah y distracte d fair ,
ed in vain e d sh e ;
S y ren n a ,
They g ra g
g d her away by her raven h air ;
O ! t was I ween a gh astl y sight,
, ,
And o er th em ap his dusky win g .
L YD IA H U NT L E Y S IG O U R N E Y .
ring t h e rst twenty ye ars o f her life she reside d in her native
town ; she has sinc e liv ed at Hartford , and is n ow th e wife of
Charles Sigourney E sq of that city
,
. .
th at the claims of female tal ent have b een ably advanc ed and ,
intere sts, c an not fail of being d uly esti mate d in an age , which
is enj oying the p ure and delightful bre athings of Mrs Heman s
poetry and the strong practical sense of Miss E dgeworth T o .
sp eak .
'
In 1816 appe are d the Writin gs of Nancy Maria Hyde ,
da c tic char acter better j ustice might have been done to her
,
The Sketc h of C onnectic ut, Forty Ye ar s Since, is writ
ten in prose an d appe ared in 182 4 It w as designed to pour
, .
von . 11. 18
2 6 0 LYDI A H . s m o un N s v .
public ations .
all been written sinc e 182 4 Withi n that period she has
.
,
unde r that name in this its golden age that Mrs Sigourney
, ,
'
t o her tal ents to say that this is the eld for which they are
, ,
i n any age,
might j ustly b oast Only less popular than th e .
digs m ore deeply the golden ore will b e found more rich a nd
, ,
more ab undant .
As if it fa in would s ay ,
My friend , I c an n ot g o .
T H E C ORA L INS EC T .
T orn on ! toil
ye ephemer al train ,
on
Who b u ild in the tossing and tre acherous main
Toil ou for the wisdom o f man ye moc k
, ,
But why do ye plant neath th e b illow s dark
The wrecking reef for th e gallant bark ?
There are snares enough on the tente d eld ,
Mid the b lo ss o m d swe ets that the valleys yield ;
L ike the tribes whom the desert dev our d in thei r sin ;
DE AT H OF AN INFANT .
S o x d and holy from that marble brow ,
VO L I I
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2 1 LYD IA H . S I GOUR N E Y .
W IT H W I LD F L O W E R S T O A S I C K F RIEND .
MI S S OLONGH I .
And then the oppressor and opp ress d in equal Sil enc e lie
.
Ab ! an d one wa s there ,
E n t er d from hers
There wa s a brilliant ush
.
For that slight breath whi ch held her from the tomb ,
Still wastin g lik e a snow wre ath which the sun -
,
Marks for his own o n some c ool mountain s breast
, ,
T O T H E M O ON .
L ov s t thou our earth that tho u dost hold thy lamp ,
Fresh garl ands mid her tresses g low d ,
With wreaths the pillar d h alls to twine ,
And neath the lash of tempests rude
,
?
U nnamed unheralded to me
, ,
V OL . u . 19
2 18 LYD I A H . S IG O U RN E Y .
The maddening ame promisc uous h url d ,
Who b are d in freedom s c ause t h e val iant bre ast,
Sprang from their half drawn furrow as the c ry ,
,
L o ok d to their G od an d rea r d in bul wark round
While th e s ad moth er m id h er c hildre n s m irth , ,
F L O R A S P AR T Y
.
,
That the nerves of his ears w ere exc es sively pain d
T wa s b ut s eldom he c rept from the c ollege h e s aid , ,
And he wish d himself s afe in his study or b ed
.
She h ad dip p d her fre e pencil i n Nature s pure dyes ,
And said G uido s ric h tints made dame Nature turn p ale
.
And ol d Time ran in spite lest her pleas ures shoul d last ,
.
But w hen the last guest went, with daughter and Wife ,
Sh e v ow d she was never so g lad in her life
M U S ING TH OUGH TS .
It seem d th at slumber r ule d .
A structure rose
D eep founded and gigantic Strangely blent .
Th en c ame a groan
A rush , as if of thunder ; and the e arth
F rom yawnin g cle fts bre ath ed forth volc anic ames ,
While th e hu ge fabric roc ki ng to its base , ,
B ut all at onc e
A b ugle blast wa s h eard a c ourser s t ramp
R OBE R T c . S A N D S,
his educ ation here He ha d p rep ared himself for the ministry
.
,
Sands revise d the work and gave it some additions and it was
, ,
YA M OYD E N .
PR OE M .
,
In love d Athenian groves for truth s eternal light , .
Homeward w e t urn d to that fair land but late ,
VO L . I] .
R O B E RT C S A N DS . .
They felt through all his works their Father , King and God , ,
.
g
And c raven warrior s infamy to S h r
,
"
,
Whose b enor d h an d took not your gift i n vain ,
KN ow ye t he
Indian w arrior rac e
How their light fo rm springs in strength a n d g rac e,
L ik e the pine on their native mountain side ,
That W l ll not ho w in its deathless pride
Whose rugge d limbs of st ubb orn ton e
N o ex uous po w er of art will o wn ,
How their glanc e is far as the eagle s ight,
And erc e and true as the panther s sight :
S ONG .
VO L . 11. 2 0 *
R O B E RT C SAND S . .
Sp ra r'
rthou spirit of sub tlest a ir,
Whos e power is upon the brain ,
From thy c overt peeping where thou lay est sle epin g,
,
F ar o er the blue w aters
Melting away ,
Thy form to l ay .
R OB E R T C SANDS . .
S ONG OF TH E P OW -
WAH S .
Spirits of evil ! to y o u we b ow .
Come ye wh o give po w e r
T o the c urse that is s aid ,
farmer s b oy He s erved as a soldier at th e c aptur e of
.
by his newspaper rhymes , and during the last year , the works
of th e R ustic Bard , which title h e h as assume d , made the ir
appearanc e in a volume Mr Dinsmoor is of Sc otch descent,
.
T H E B RAES OF G L E N N IF F E R .
The trees are a b are an t he birds mute an dowie ,
,
That m urm ur d sae swe et t o m y laddie an me
.
SAM UE L w o o n won r ir '
. 2 41
T
is na th e loud roar o the wintry wind swal lowin
,
S A MU R L W O OD W O R T H ,
Is
a native of Scituate , in Massachusetts and wa s born ,
'
indentures w ere out in 180 6 and set off for N c w York b ut his
, ,
with the avails of his industry for that sh ort period and partly ,
lin ess and simplicity of this little strain h ave made it very
pop ular .
T H E B U CKE T .
And nd wh en at last th ey re s ubsiding
, ,
On the la n dsen d of life there s a beacon of hope ,
T o the harbor of happiness g uiding .
L o vE s E YE S .
T HE P RI D E OF TH E VA L L E Y .
W RE ATH OF L OVE .
VOL . ii. 2 1*
2 46 J OH N PI E RP ON T .
J O H N P IE KP O N T .
'
T he earliest occ a sion on whic h Mr P ie rpont appeare d t o
the public in his poetic al capacity wa s as th e author of The
,
tende d to u s e the author s own w ords that th e recitation of
, ,
it bec omes nec essary to vary the theme in some d e gree for , ,
mountain bre eze b ut she does not plunge among the thun
,
The poetry o f the pres ent day is rife W ith those tu multuous
elements which have th eir s e at in the deep rec esses o f h u
m an tho ught an d emotion , with storms of sweeping and
destructive p a ssion and ac ute mental feeling s ubj ects with
, ,
to w hich its pow ers are not adapted genius its elf must ex p e
,
his lines are fre e from the monotony of c adenc e which prevails
t o such a degre e in the v e rs ic a t io n of P ope w hile in vivi d
and be autiful imagery an d richness of language h e claims
, ,
b est heroic poetry for any length of time without perc eiving in
h is he ar ers th e somniferous e ffects of a regular c adenc e Th e .
Mr Pierpont s poetry is small in amount b ut is destine d t o ,
A I RS OF P A LESTINE .
In C armel s holy grots I ll court repose ,
, ,
, ,
That swells the song t h as t o n ish d Hebrews r aise }
Th e rst to L iberty th at e er was sung .
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H is life and empire in prophetic lines .
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J OH N PI E R PON T .
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P ursue for ever the star studde d L yre -
i
U rg e roun d th e Cynosure his bri ht c areer
g .
O er he aven s blue c onc ave a sh d a sudde n light
.
T is Paul and Silas ; who at midnight, pay ,
I
Plays throu g h the air then leaves a gloomier night
, .
V OL . 11 .
JOH N P I ERP O NT .
Th e rocking w alls c onfess an earthquak e s march
The stars look dimly through th e roof z behold ,
'
T is ni ght ag ai n : for Music loves to steal
Abroad at night ; w hen all her subj ec ts kneel ,
In more profound devotion at her throne ,
,
B urn bright and danc e harmonious through the sky
,
With their love d L ord whose death shall shroud the morr ow, .
'
Who now , in Flori da s untrodden woods ,
By virtues un e m b a l m d un s t a in d by crimes
,
, ,
W ra p p d in the mist that o er the river hung
,
,
But should that harp be strung for J uda h s foe ?
JOH N PI E RP ON T .
, ,
,
,
Now Fancy sees t h ideal c anvas st ret c h d,
V OL . ii. 23
JOH N PI E RPO NT .
,
2 68 JOH N PI E R P O N T .
T HE P IL GRIM FATHE RS .
The mists that wra pp d the pilgrim s sleep ,
,
T ill the w aves of the bay where the May -F lower lay ,
,
wa n a n n
s ADD RE S S T O T H E AME RI C AN S O LDIE RS BEFORE ,
T H E B ATTL E o r B UNKE R H I L L . .
In th e Go d of battles trust !
Die w e may and die we must
But 0 wher e c an dast to dust
, ,
Be con s ig n d so w e ll
,
VOL I I
. .
0
7 JOH N PI E RPON T .
, ,
INDE P ENDENC E .
D AY of glory ! welcome d ay !
Fre edom s b anners greet thy ray
H E N R Y P IC K E R IN G,
rainbow its imitation so to him has eve ry leaf and ower and
, , ,
T O A B EA UTIFU L L AKE .
As beautiful a h eaven ,
'
In thy u n ruf ed o o d,
How h ave I rivetted my eye on thee ,
Thy t ears whe n every tenderer tie h ich boun d
w
F L O W E RS .
La v ue du ne eu r ca resse m o n im a g i na t on i ct a t t e m os se ns a n u p o i n t in
ex p rim a b le : ll
e e re v ei ll e a v ec v l up t
o e le s en t im e nt do m on e x i s t en ce .
i
J l ad . R ol a n d .
impatient morn
THE ,
Oft ,
laughing drink ,
And everywhere
Alo n g th e plashy marge and Shallow b e d ,
R oc k d gently there
Or rugge d fell ,
In the gre en se a
Of forest l eaves wh ere nature wanton plays
, ,
But O ye bowers , ,
E xuberant showe rs ,
*T he w h it e p on d
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l ly
i .
H E NRY P I C KE R I N G .
*
T O T HE F RINGIL L A ME L on rA .
J or lls th e val e ,
W ith joy ecsta t ic quivers every wing ,
The violet
Awakens at thy song and peers from out ,
R emain d in doubt
0well [ know
,
Why thou art here thus soon and why the bowers ,
I
f T he son g-sp a rro w .
H E NRY PI C K E RIN G . 2 81
The poet t oo
It so ft invokes to touc h the tremblin g wire ;
Yet ah how fe w its soun ds shall list, ho w few
,
0if I knew
,
L ike
thee to S ing like thee th e h eart to re
, ,
To hear my lyre .
Oft as year t he
In gloom is wra p p d thy exile I shall mourn
,
T HE WATE RFAL L .
VOL . ii . 2 4*
H E NRY PI C K E RI N G .
E VENING S U N L I GHT .
By prophet s pe n b ut not to mortal shown
, ,
H E NR Y C . K N IG H T ,
T HE COUNTR Y OVEN .
,
.
Her serenade not waiting to b e p ress d
, .
T is marvel if h e thinks b ut when he spe aks
, ,
F. s . KE Y,
tie d The Star Spangle d Banner which has enj oye d a high
-
,
S TA R S P ANGLE D B ANNE R
. .
,
O er th e ramparts we wat ch d were s o gallantly str eamin g ?
F . 5L KEY .
,
.
,
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O er th e land of the free , and th e home of th e brave .
V OL I L
.
K ATH A RIN E A W A R E . .
K A T H A R IN E A W AR E :
.
ble rec eption which this ode rec eived c ause d her to b e c en ,
s t an t l
y s olicite d for oth ers on public occ asions a n d in several
, ,
D uring a year s residenc e in New York Mrs Ware b ec am e ,
With prid e sh e s eeks D o do n a s sacre d grove ,
,
Where Dian s vestal daughters c ame to lave
Their snowy b osoms in Ionia s w ave
.
He writes the story of some r a in d t omb
Fr om dark oblivion snatc hes m any a gem ,
But, Oh ! t wa s fate s dec ree thou shoul d st e x pire
,
THE P AR T I N G .
SE E love d him e en in ch ildhood with that pure ,
VO L . 11. 2 5*
2 94 K A THARI NE A WAR E . .
9t 96 it
But never dr ea m d of love for h aply h e ,
,
And sparkled neath th e Willow s pensile shade
,
po ems s elec ted mostly from articles written for amus ement in
ye ars previous The nec essities of a fath erless fam ily mad e
.
p ubli she d N ort hwoo d a novel in t wo volumes , whic h was
,
F AT HE R
S *
T HE e n o rC E .
There one th at now c an share his toil ,
s
An d one he me ant for fame ,
And one th at w e ars her mother s smile ,
And one that be ars her n ame .
De ath s m arble on h is brow .
S wi ft as th e lightning win g d with death,
F la sh d forth the quivering ame
t hem , a bo u t tw
h undred y a rds fro m h is h o use, he w a s un a e t o m a e a c h oice ,
o bl k
l v
Or t o ea e a n y on e o f t h e n um e r b
H e t here fo re det e rm i ned t o ta e h is lot w i t h
. k
t hem , a n d defen d t he m fro m t heir m u rdere rs , o r di e b y t he ir s ide. ody o f Ab
I
t he n d ian s p urs ued , a n d ca m e up W it h him a nd w he n a t a s ho rt d i s t a n ce , ed
r
on h im a nd his l ttl
i e co m p a n y . He ret u rn ed t he re , a n d ret rea t ed a t ern a l t e ly
st i ll , h owev er, k ee p in g a reso ut el fa ce t o t he en e m y , a n d so e ffec t ua lly she l t ered
hi s cha rge, t ha t he na lly l od
ged t hem a ll sa fe i n a dis t a n t ho use .
2 98 S ARA H J . HAL E .
Th e sacric e of love .
T HE
'
v rc r O R s
C ROWN .
But the h eart ne er felt its ray ;
An d fashion s smiles th at rich ones claim ,
T HE GIF TS .
L AD Y , I v e c limb
d
th e mountain side ,
And roa m d the owery le a,
S ARAH J . H ALE . 0
3 1
A puff of v anity !
Ah think what crimson streams are po ur d
,
,
O ,is now thy w ords have power to move
t
My warm tears speak for me
For on earth b elo w or in heaven ab ove , ,
VOL . II .
0
3 2 SARA H J H ALE . .
Thy so ftly li sp d good ni g ht .
I v e seen it raging boisterous and deep , , ,
, ,
The q ue en of trees thou proudly t o w er st on high , ,
V OL II. .
E N O C H LI N C OL N .
On yonder river s bank , aroun d thy ro ot,
The closely in t erwea v m g bres shoot,
And numerous branches spreading far a n d wide ,
Swiftly the Wind , strongly must r ush the tid e
T o overthrow thy deep and stately stre n gth ,
9! it 96
E nou gh of
m ountains rocks and woods an d , , ,
, ,
Those b less d W ith b eauty and by Virtue loved ,
Of manners p olis h d and of taste improve d
,
96
X X
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4
G
Its spirit then must take the letter s place
B ut if the spirit shall oppose his aim ,
When bless with soul a n d gi ft ed With a mind ,
And s uch there are we honest la wyers nd , ,
Those whose high o f c e i s to guard t he laws ,
ee ie
X
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9t 9? 9t
J OH N c. MC A L L ,
Onwar d h e c ame and o er his bac k w a s slung
,
9t it is
it ia it
Th e moon h eld pal e dominion o er th e scen e ,
, ,
In wild luxurianc e o er h is front t h ere p la y d
X
With wilder d eye the lady Ella stood ,
it -
ia -
x~
L ike E g y pt s statue kis s d by golden beams
Then ple dged his guest and every high b orn peer -
,
His searching eye was lo we r d w it h a frown ;
96 i
V OL I I. .
J OH N c. M C ALL .
, ,
a se ai
, ,
.
.
,
96 96 R'
96 96 99
G uard the bri g ht war worn shields that near them lay,
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,
.
.
J OH N c . M CALL .
T h e He ralds
L argess cried w hile gol den showers ,
96 96 96
, ,
E ach party c la s h d and mingled i n t he jus t
.
96 9t
hich wr a ps in de ep n in g mist th e distant height ,
,
Divine d the secret o f the maiden s heart .
is well then ere the coming m orn in s hour ,
T
The breezy morn sped o er its orient path ,
O er that sad daughter s bro w the night breeze ew ,
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T oo keenly p Oi g n an t e er to be dened
, ,
Th at whic h h e says Will pleas ure ye to scan ,
T w a s kind he s ays such precious g i ft to send
, , ,
T wa s what ye prize d e en more than si re or friend
0
o o
VO L . 11. 28
JOH N c . ni c AL L .
Th at se e m d of erc est Hatre d to be born .
The page s words n o w made its meaning plain,
All prayer or piteous plaint w ere n o w b ut vain
Despair too lent a c almness to h er tone
, ,
Nor fell on e tear nor solitary groan .
The young and faith ful pag e had gazed w ith air
Of love respectful ten der brother s c are
But w hen h e saw that g hastly shadow c reep
O er his fai r m istress fac e h e c eased to we ep
,
Swift ew to s ummon to he r c o uch s side
Her w eeping maidens ere t h e lady died .
96 9G 96
Now all gre w silent and pale Ell a s eye ,
T w as even lightly whisp er d he had s wo rn ,
Th at th e bright h elm and glaive shoul d ne er b e born
But that the pil grim s sta ff or monkish beads
Best tte d on e of such foul , bloody d eeds .
Onward the lon g proc ession s adly p a ss d,
Till to a lonely dell it c ame at last ,
Where moody c ypress an d the clamb ering v ine ,
E D W IN C . H OL L A ND
. .
Folio in 1813.
TH E P IL L AB OF GL OR Y .
Already the storm of c ontention has hurl d
From the grasp of Old E ngland the trident of war ,
The beams Of our stars h ave ill umined the world,
Un furl d our standard b eats proud in the air
Wild glares the eagle s eye ,
Swift as h e c uts the sky ,
RI S E C O L UMBIA .
Supre mely bles t by fate s decre e ,
Thy hardy tars in b attle brave ,
Sh all plume thy win gs an d keep the e free
As is th e motion Of thy wave .
R is e Columbia, & c .
R is e Columbia , & c .
R is e C olumbi a, & c .
But sh e meets with c onfusion the maiden s sweet glanc e ,
And h er c heek seems Of varie d passions the sport
Her he ad w ears a crown but its splendor is dim
F or its ric hest and loveliest j ewel is one 2
On her arm hangs a banner whos e emb em so grim , ,
And his eye is desp oil d of its conquering glar e .
A L O N Z O L E W IS .
DE A T H 8 ONG .
H is
were slain by their th under s power
sa n n a p s ,
But th e foe n ever c ame to the Moh aw k s tent ,
T HE M i n sT n L L s L OVE .
L ike t h e
moon which looks out from a cl oudy sky ,
Is the soul whic h be ams from her la rge blue e ye ,
Where utterless thoughts appe ar and e e ,
L ik e shadows of clouds o er a sunny s ea .
T H E W AN D E RE R OF A FRI CA .
H E l a un ch d h is
boat where th e d ark waves ow ,
Through th e d esert that never was w hite with snow
When the Wind was still an d th e s un shone bright,
,
And th e stream glow d re d with the morning light .
He ha d s at in the c ool of th e palm s broad sh ade
And drank of the fountain of Ka fn a h s glade ,
And h e lay in th e sh ade by his c ot s cle ar pool ,
,
And the stranger went forth when the night bre eze h ad di ed -
,
And l aunc h d his light b ark On th e J Olib a s ti de
TH E P UR S E O F C HARI TY .
T he m a ker
secret bounty ows
s ,
To c ol d neglect c o n s ig n d
A U TUMN .
For nature s saddest sc enes delight
The melanch oly mind .
An d foaming torrents o w .
J A ME S N . B AR K E R
'
a tragedy entitle d Superstition th e scene Of whic h is laid
, ,
VOL . i i. 29
JA M E S N BAR K E R . .
T h e wolf indeed ! ,
H idden nay ,
N ay , none b ut ch il dren ,
JAM E S N B AR K E R . .
L eapt j oyful
their fairy m ound of roc k ,
o er
An d fell in music th en p as s d prattling on
,
Th en j ust
Beyond th e brook there lay a narrow strip ,
L ik e a rich rib and O f en a m el d me adow,
Of green a n d c rimson .
We ll well we 1
, 1s e e
,
But we n eglec t o ur l ectu re
.
-
I thou ght love w a s an infant ; touj ours enfant .
B ut how a w olf ?
In ravenous appetite ,
Is he to innoc enc e .
I shall rememb e r ,
G E ORG E w D OANE . . 341
Nor e er in eld or fores t plai n or path w ay
, ,
That s my child
.
Well my de ar , ,
You ve le a rn d your lesson
.
L e t us g o i n
The air grows cool y o u are a forward c hit .
G EOR GE W ASH IN G T O N D O A N E
VOL . ii. 2 9*
42 G E ORG E w D OAN E . .
h ie y devotion al with translations and imitations
,
He h as .
sentiments .
T H AT S I LE N T MOON .
H ow o ft
has guilt s un hallo w d h and
,
To dw e ll a n d he at r est
Till t he summons b e heard that Sh all bid him depart ,
f
And it shall b e th at s um mons of joy sh all b e given ,
Thou w ho se ek s t this glorious prize ,
,
R e alms ,
wh ere C H R i S T has gone b efore ,
OH s e e y ou glowing occident ,
I ve s e en in blooming loveliness
, ,
, ,
S P I R I T OF S P RING .
, ,
Of endless , cloudless S P R rN G !
348 G E O RG E w D OAN E . .
, ,
,
While it b e a m d c h ! it b ea m d from its b attlements
, , ,
Such a ood o f mellow a n d golden light,
As c ha in d an d x d the ra vrs h d sight, '
N AT H AN IE L H . W R IG H T
ent, and , w ith proper study and applic ation , might have mad e
a distinguishe d gure among th e writers of th e day Th e Fal l .
THE I SL E O F F L O VE R S .
G ems the blue water s vast expanse .
When th e l as t b e ams of day have b lush d ,
Hope s fairest ow ers around should smile ,
When life s last lingering beam shoul d fade ,
Th e r adiant star of peac e w ould rise ,
T HE S TA R OF BE TH LE HE M .
Steel d thy soul to al l th at s mild ,
Dim m d thy m oral sight with b lind nes s,
L e ft th ee Nature s waywar d child .
A nd th e world ha s done th e s am e .
Think n ot I c an e er forget th e e ;
T HE E m i G R AN T s FARE W E L L .
,
My soul shall repose in the s unshine of truth
While s treams to their own native oc ean are tending,
And forest oaks swept by the tempest are b ending
, , ,
V OL . 11.
85 4 J O S EPH R . D RA K E .
J O S E P H R O D MA N D R AKE .
promising talent .
Ch ild of th e sun ! to the e t is give n
To g uard the b anner of th e free ,
J A ME S A BR A H A M H IL L H O U SE ,
His rst public ation w as P ercy s Masque a dramatic p o em , ,
w hich c ame out rst in L ondon and was reprinte d h ere in 182 0 ,
.
c ond ens ation of thought that never s u ffer his pages to gro w
,
tural theme We are not c ertain th at any one among the great
.
masters of E nglis h verse of the pres ent day w o uld have c ome ,
06 with equal s ucc ess from the bold attempt upon whic h h e
h as ventured in this work Sc riptural poe ms are undertaking s
.
a bou nds with every requis ite material for the most exalte d
poetic al c onte mplation ; b ut a study an d wari ness more than
c ommo n are to be exerc is ed in de aling with them We are .
esc ape d the faults whic h are attendant upon most performanc e s
th e reig n ing fa ults of our modern poetry has not b een without
its inuenc e to this e ffect W e are grow n fond Of light re ad
.
ing Fugitive verses have more ch arm for us than long pro
.
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'
ac cor ding with t he m o m en t a ry whim and fashion in literatur e ,
but for an enduranc e m ore lasting than th e qualities which
r ec omme n d the gre ater part of our most popular c ompositions
woul d sec ur e to it .
in acc ordance with our plan in the outset, w e have not e ntere d
s o far into the provinc e of the drama as to give any passages
from w orks of that description , we shall not, for the re aso n
j ust state d , h e c onsidere d as depart ing fro m o ur limits by p re
s enting the r eade r with a sc ene fro m Hadad It would b e .
H ADAD . S C ENE I I I .
T he g a rden o f AB S AL O M
S h o u s e onMoun t Z ion n ea r t he p a la ce , ,
ov er lookin
g t h e city . T A M AR sit t in g by a f o u n t a in .
Ta m . H ow
aromatic evening grows ! The ow ers ,
And spicy shrubs exhale like onycha ;
Spikenard and h enna emulate in sweets .
H ad These Deities
.
.
, ,
Ta m But thou b elie v s t not this
. .
H ad I almost wish
.
Thou didst ; for I have foar d m y gentl e T amar , ,
Ta m P eac e 1 impious 3 pe ac e !
.
If oracles be tr ue .
VOL . 11 .
J AM E S .
AI H I LLH OU SE .
Ta m . know L ittl e we
'
,
Th e sadness that us urps m e t is for the e
I grieve for h opes that fade for your lost soul ,
.
,
Ta m Thou k h ow st, alas my we ak ness ; b ut re member
.
, ,
The L or d Jehovah .
Impatient o er life s s e a to roam ,
L ess b rig ht in dee d the ocean s eem d
, , ,
An d Singi n g sweetly in m y e ar
R ec all the spirit to h er sph ere
Ah no thos e sirens never ris e
,
VVh
,
I loc k d th e c ounsel in my breast .
T H O MA S W E L LS
selecte d the po ets of the last c entury for his models In the .
VO L . II.
366 T H OMA S W E LL S .
AT m i s use n o rm .
To me , c ongeni al is t h e plac e
Where ye w a n d cypress grow
I love the moss grown stone t o trac e,
-
L ik e t hem , I think ,
wh en I a m gone ,
And soundly sleep as they ,
S O L I TUD E .
9t 96 it
, ,
A V ISI ON .
The de ws in heavy drops fell fast and turu d
C 0
,
From trumpet s thr oat unseen a stirri n g peal ,
O f x d astonishment a wok e a pa n g
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,
And glare d in monumental mock ery .
The glorious palm and round his brows the guerdon twined
, .
W I LLI A M B . TAPPA N . 373
S ONNE T .
W IL L IA M B T A P P A N ,
.
R E T R O SP E C T I ON .
WHY SH OULD WE s rs n ?
Th e ray that shon e mid youthful tears ,
Departing , le aves n o kindly gleam ,
T o c heer the lonely waste of y e ars ?
W hy should we s i g h Th e fairy c har m -
Th at b ound each sense in folly s chain
Is brok e an d R e ason cle ar and c alm
, , ,
W HE N DEAT H S H AL L L AY .
T O T H E N ORT H S TAR .
Benighted s ad and doom d to roam
, , ,
S A MU E L H . J E N KS
0! M AY W E N OT WEEP ?
VOL II . .
378 S AM U EL H . J E NK S .
THE PATRI O T S GRA VE .
With the trumpet s blast and the dru m s r ude roll ,
And t he falchion s da zzh n g gle am
L a y medown on th at h allow d spot
L on g
in peac e I may there remain ;
foeman s standard n ow wa veth
F o r the
n ot
On yonder b attle pla in -
.
On it s b row there S a blas t e d o ak ,
L ike its withering branch am I
Yet thou gh r avens there may b e hear d to croak,
He aven s so ft est bre eze s hall sigh
So dow n to Boston , in my c art I ll r attle
,
.
So down h e w ent ,
And wh at wa s t o be seen ,
, ,
A nd I ll b e s k in n d an d da rn d for a ll th e w orld ,
,
If I a s ll wh tim e 0 da y t i s
c n ee to t e a t .
A NT H O NY BL E E C K E R . 38 1
AN T H ON Y B LE E C K E R .
ANT H ONY BL E E CKE R was desc ende d from an old New York
family and was born in that state not long aft er th e Declara
,
acc urate and useful l earning and stainl ess honor an d integrity
,
.
the pub lic as an author yet for thirty ye ars , the newspapers
,
T RENT ON F A L L S , NE AR U TI C A .
J UNGF RA U S P A IG E R S A P O S TR O P H E TO HER C AT .
ll
fa ing t o t h e g roun d fro m t he t o p of a t o wer, was ro en t o p ieces T he writ er, b k .
i
p res um ng t h a t t he c a t wa s k ll
i ed b y t he fa , im a g i nes t he da ugh t er of t h e ll
a st ron o m er a s b k
rea in g fort h i n t he fo o wi n
g a m en t ll L .
Or tell me P uss t iS W hat I dre ad th e mos t,
, ,
And didst thou dare to act the sage s p art ,
An d p eeping at the moon while st ret ch d at e ase , ,
N o ; tho u art bound to Hec ate s wizzard shore ,
Where W hit t in g t on s fame d c at has gone b efore
Emb alm d, dear shade , with true E gyptian car e ,
Across the Atlantic wave thy c orpse I ll bear,
,
Shall h ang his he ad , and thy s ad fate deplore .
VOL ii 33
. .
386 e . A . GAMAG E .
G . A . G A MAG E ,
M Y E ARL Y DA Y .
O er pl eas ure s path she d sic kly dews ?
Nor youth s deligh t ful day of spring
Mid grief s dim cloud its lustre los e ?
Say ne er Shall w ealth s gay spangle d plume
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A L BE R T G. GR E E NE ,
L INE S .
O e r its crush d pride a heal ing inuenc e po ur ,
The gi fte d ha rd to faith s extatic gaze
, ,
In every spot to e arth s remotest bo und .
E en wh en th e throe of mo rtal agony
Thrills through his heart and ashes from his eye ,
One w ord of pri de upon his foes is c ast ,
T is faith thus wrought wh os e fe a rful mysteries ,
Yield e en weak woman strength for dee ds like th ese
And bid by G a n ges sacre d stream aris e
,
,
He r c ountry s deitie s are c ircling nigh ;
She hears t en thousand voic es in th e sky .
A LB ERT G . GREENE . 393
S ON of
the Morning : wh ere art thou ?
S on of
th e Morning ; onc e t hy form ,
W IL L IAM H . B R AD L E Y
GI U S E PP INO .
I hit
my nails and pens and th en b esprent all ,
My paper o er With ink in thought o ppress d
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But how t o make a story There s the puzzle !
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S AM U E L D E AN E .
I 11try t o
c o ax one of th e m now a little
S A MU E L D E A N E .
T HE POPUL O U S VI L L AGE .
Where forests fro wn d are shining c ities seen , ,
Where tallest rs with deepest sha d ows OW p d, '
An d Hu ron s sh ado w y shore lights up its brow ,
A n d wild Osw ego does but tin kle riow ,
W ho s e very n am e b ut sounded onc e woul d da rt ,
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On superstition s aid h e rests no claim ,
T o him philosophy s b est li g ht h as shined ,
Not to b ewilder and mislead his mind ,
S A MU E L G IL MA N .
H I S T O RY O F A BAY OF L I GH T .
LE T th ere b e light ! c reation s Author spoke ,
And quic k fro m c haos oods of splendor broke
O n that magnic ent primeval morn , ,
A h ne er s hall I forget t h eventful d ay
Trembling , I rea c h d the serpent s gl istenin g eye ,
Then glanc ed and struc k the apple hanging by
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In tones of soothing t w a s a brother ray
Sent from th e hand th at rst cre ated day
N O lo nger mourn the d arting angel said , ,
Then t rav lin g down t o tinge some valley ow er,
Or point some b e auty s ey e with mightier pow er ,
Or light with re some prouder insect s W ing ,
Or lend to h ealth s re d c heek a brighter dye ,
Or ash delusive fr o m c onsumption s eye ,
Or sparkle round a vessel s form by night ,
Or clothe with terror threatening anger s glanc e ,
I lent a glory to E lij ah s c ar,
And took my promise d ight from Bet hl em s star
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I too have b ea m d upon Achilles shield ,
Struc k from a int my wh ole long ye ar s repose
Ten wretche d days I p a ss d in sobs and sighs
,
Bec ause I c ould not danc e on Homer s eyes :
I onc e wa s decompose d from that pure 011 ,
Whic h c heer d the Ath enian s age s midnight toil
F wa s I th at moved , while b ursting on th ei r sigh
The ush of wonder triumph and delight
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I scare d her monarc h fro m a baron s sword ;
When pious E urope le d the far cr usade ,
Th exc ursive passion of my youth I v e lost .
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