The day is now dawning, love, Fled is the night-- I go like the morning, love, Cheerful and bright. Then adieu, dearest Ellen: When evening is near,...
Unseal the city fountains, And let the waters flow In coolness from the mountains Unto the plains below. My brain is parched and erring, The pavement hot and dry, And not a breath is stirring...
I've had the heart-ache many times, At the mere mention of a name I've never woven in my rhymes, Though from it inspiration came. It is in truth a holy thing, Life-cherished from the world apart--...
Love can not be the aloe-tree, Whose bloom but once is seen; Go search the grove--the tree of love Is sure the evergreen: For that's the same, in leaf or frame, 'Neath cold or sunny skies;...
As streams at morn, from seas that glide, Rejoicing on their sparkling way, Will turn again at eventide, To mingle with their kindred spray-- Even so the currents of the soul,...
From Cypress and from laurel boughs Are twined, in sorrow and in pride, The leaves that deck the mouldering brows Of those who for their country died: In sorrow, that the sable pall...
"A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: "United we stand--divided we fall!"-- It made and preserves us a nation! The union of lakes--the union of lands--...
Upon the couch of death, The champion of the free, Gave, with his parting breath, This solemn legacy:-- "Sheathed be the battle-blade, "And hushed the cannons' thunder:...
A merry life does the hunter lead! He wakes with the dawn of day; He whistles his dog--he mounts his steed, And scuds to he woods away! The lightsome tramp of the deer he'll mark,...
I glory in the sages Who, in the days of yore, In combat met the foemen, And drove them from our shore. Who flung our banner's starry field In triumph to the breeze,...
Like flights of singing-birds went by The cheerful hours of girlhood's day, When, in my native bowers, Of simple buds and flowers They wove a crown, and hailed me Queen of May! ...
In the upper circles Moves a famous man Who has had no equal Since the world began. He was once a broker Down by the exchange; He is now a nabob-- Don't you think it strange? ...
William was holding in his hand The likeness of his wife! Fresh, as if touched by fairy wand, With beauty, grace, and life. He almost thought it spoke:--he gazed Upon the bauble still,...
She left the port in gallant style, With sails and streamers full and free! I watched her course for many a mile Far out upon the distant sea! At dusk she lessened to a speck,...