The pride of all our chivalry, The name of Worth will stand, While throbs the pulse of liberty Within his native land: The wreath his brow was formed to wear, A nation's tears will freshen there. ...
Come to me in cherry-time, And, as twilight closes, We will have a merry time, Here among the roses! When the breezes crisp the tide, And the lindens quiver, In our bark we'll safely glide...
He died, as he had lived, beloved, Without an enemy on earth; In word and deed he breathed and moved The soul of honor and of worth: His hand was open as the day, His bearing high, his nature brave;...
Old Cotton is king, boys--aha! With his locks so fleecy and white! He shines among kings like a star! And his is the sceptre of right, Boys, of right, And his is the sceptre of right! ...
"Lord of the castle! oh, where goest thou? Why is the triumph of pride on thy brow?" "Pilgrim, my bridal awaits me to-day, Over the mountains away and away."
Upon the barren sand A single captive stood; Around him came, with bow and brand, The red-men of the wood. Like him of old, his doom he hears, Rock-bound on ocean's rim:...
The Colonel!--Such a creature! I met him at the ball!-- So fair in form and feature, And so divinely tall! He praised my dimpled cheeks and curls, While whirling through the dance,...
Hard by I've a cottage that stands near the wood-- A stream glides in peace at the door-- Where all who will tarry, 'tis well understood, Receive hospitality's store....
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,...
Through the streets of New York City, Blithely every morn, I carolled o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn! Before the rosy light, my lay Was to the maids begun,...