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• Concord Hymn

  By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
  Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
  Here once the embattled farmers stood, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• The Test

  I hung my verses in the wind,
  Time and tide their faults may find.
  All were winnowed through and through, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Liberty for All

  They tell me, Liberty! that in thy name
  I may not plead for all the human race;
  That some are born to bondage and disgrace, …

  William Lloyd Garrison

• Freedom for the Mind

  High walls and huge the body may confine,
  And iron grates obstruct the prisoner’s gaze,
  And massive bolts may baffle his design, …

  William Lloyd Garrison

• Parrhasius

  There stood an unsold captive in the mart,
  A gray-haired and majestical old man,
  Chained to a pillar. It was almost night, …

  Nathaniel Parker Willis

• Unseen Spirits

  The shadows lay along Broadway,
  ’T was near the twilight-tide,
  And slowly there a lady fair …

  Nathaniel Parker Willis

• The Torn Hat

  There ’s something in a noble boy,
  A brave, free-hearted, careless one,
  With his unchecked, unbidden joy, …

  Nathaniel Parker Willis

• To Giulia Grisi

  When the rose is brightest,
  Its bloom will soonest die;
  When burns the meteor brightest, …

  Nathaniel Parker Willis

• The Swamp Fox

  We follow where the Swamp Fox guides,
  His friends and merry men are we;
  And when the troop of Tarleton rides, …

  William Gilmore Simms

• The Lost Pleiad

  Not in the sky,
  Where it was seen
  So long in eminence of light serene,— …

  William Gilmore Simms

• The Decay of a People

  This the true sign of ruin to a race—
  It undertakes no march, and day by day
  Drowses in camp, or, with the laggard’s pace, …

  William Gilmore Simms

• Song in March

  Now are the winds about us in their glee,
  Tossing the slender tree;
  Whirling the sands about his furious car, …

  William Gilmore Simms

• Old

  By the wayside, on a mossy stone,
  Sat a hoary pilgrim sadly musing;
  Oft I marked him sitting there alone, …

  Ralph Hoyt

• Sparkling and Bright

  Sparkling and bright in liquid light,
  Does the wine our goblets gleam in,
  With hue as red as the rosy bed …

  Charles Fenno Hoffman

• Monterey

  We were not many—we who stood
  Before the iron sleet that day—
  Yet many a gallant spirit would …

  Charles Fenno Hoffman

• The Mint Julep

  ’t is said that the gods on Olympus of old
  (And who the bright legend profanes with a doubt?)
  One night, ’mid their revels, by Bacchus were told …

  Charles Fenno Hoffman

• Hymn to the Night

  I heard the trailing garments of the Night
  Sweep through her marble halls!
  I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• A Psalm of Life

  Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
  Life is but an empty dream!—
  For the soul is dead that slumbers, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Skeleton in Armor

  “speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
  Who, with thy hollow breast
  Still in rude armor drest, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Village Blacksmith

  Under a spreading chestnut-tree
  The village smithy stands;
  The smith, a mighty man is he, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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