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Página 41 - LINCOLN. MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Página 35 - All drowned in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings they glide From their,, chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray, Are joined in their fall, and, side by side, Come clinging along their unsteady way ; As friend with friend, or husband with wife, Makes hand in hand the passage of life ; Each mated flake Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake.
Página 229 - Father ! haste the promised hour When, at His feet, shall lie All rule, authority, and power, Beneath the ample sky...
Página 29 - ... bloody hands, Who sought to wreak upon the cowering lands The passions that consumed his restless heart; But one of tender spirit and delicate frame, Gentlest in mien and mind Of gentle womankind, Timidly shrinking from the breath of blame ; One in whose eyes the smile of kindness made Its haunt, like flowers by sunny brooks in May ; Yet at the thought of others' pain, a shade Of sweeter sadness chased the smile away.
Página 28 - GRAVE. WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, And yet the monument proclaims it not, Nor round the sleeper's name hath chisel wrought The emblems of a fame that never dies, Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheaf, Twined with the laurel's fair, imperial leaf. A simple name alone, To the great world unknown, Is graven here, and wild flowers, rising round, Meek meadow-sweet and violets of the ground, Lean lovingly against the humble stone.
Página 23 - Oh, when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below, Shall fraud and force and iron will Oppress the weak and helpless still? What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this little apple-tree?
Página 95 - Forth goes the battle-cry, and lo ! Hosts rise in harness, shouting, No ! And they who founded, in our land, The power that rules from sea to sea, Bled they in vain, or vainly planned To leave their country great and free ? Their sleeping ashes, from below, Send up the thrilling murmur, No ! Knit they the gentle ties which long These sister States were proud to wear, And forged the kindly links so strong For idle hands in sport to tear ? For scornful hands aside to throw ? No, by our fathers...
Página 98 - Few, few were they whose swords of old Won the fair land in which we dwell ; But we are many, we who hold The grim resolve to guard it well.
Página 351 - ... tints the glowing woods. For this chill season now again Brings, in its annual round, the morn When, greatest of the sons of men, Our glorious Washington was born. Lo, where, beneath an icy shield, Calmly the mighty Hudson flows ! By snow-clad fell and frozen field, Broadening, the lordly river goes. The wildest storm that sweeps through space, And rends the oak with sudden force, Can raise no ripple on his face, Or slacken his majestic course. Thus, 'mid the wreck of thrones, shall live Unmarred,...
Página 21 - Buds, which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays ; Boughs where the thrush, with crimson breast, Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest ; We plant, upon the sunny lea, A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower, When we plant the apple-tree.