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• Stonewall Jackson's Way

  Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails;
  Stir up the camp-fire bright!
  No growling if the canteen fails: …

  John Williamson Palmer

• The Fight at the San Jacinto

  “now for a brisk and cheerful fight!”
  Said Harman, big and droll,
  As he coaxed his flint and steel for a light, …

  John Williamson Palmer

• The Maryland Battalion

  Spruce macaronis, and pretty to see,
  Tidy and dapper and gallant were we;
  Blooded, fine gentlemen, proper and tall, …

  John Williamson Palmer

• The Witch's Whelp

  Along the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn,
  Covered with thick green scum; the billows rise,
  And fill them to the brim with clouded foam, …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• Melodies and Catches

  Songs
  how are songs begot and bred?
  How do golden measures flow? …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• The Flight of Youth

  There are gains for all our losses,
  There are balms for all our pain:
  But when youth, the dream, departs, …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• Oriental Songs

  The divan
  a LITTLE maid of Astrakan,
  An idol on a silk divan; …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• The Lover

  It is dark and lonesome here,
  Beneath the windy eaves:—
  The cold, cold ground my bed, …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• Abraham Lincoln

  Not as when some great Captain falls
  In battle, where his Country calls,
  Beyond the struggling lines …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• Adsum

  The angel came by night
  (Such angels still come down),
  And like a winter cloud …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• An Old Song Reversed

  “there are gains for all our losses.”
  So I said when I was young.
  If I sang that song again, …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• Mors et Vita

  “under the roots of the roses,
  Down in the dark, rich mould,
  The dust of my dear one reposes …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• A Gazelle

  Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with sleep,
  I saw the one I love, and heard her speak,—
  Heard, in the listening watches of the night, …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• The Flight of the Arrow

  The life of man
  Is an arrow’s flight,
  Out of darkness …

  Richard Henry Stoddard

• The Vision of the Snow

  “she has gone to be with the angels;”
  So they had always said
  To the little questioner asking …

  Margaret Junkin Preston

• The Hero of the Commune

  “garÇon! you—you
  Snared along with this cursed crew?
  (Only a child, and yet so bold, …

  Margaret Junkin Preston

• A Grave in Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond

  I read the marble-lettered name,
  And half in bitterness I said:
  “As Dante from Ravenna came, …

  Margaret Junkin Preston

• My Old Kentucky Home, Good-Night

  The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home;
  ’T is summer, the darkeys are gay;
  The corn-top’s ripe, and the meadow’s in the bloom, …

  Stephen Collins Foster

• Old Folks at Home

  Way down upon de Swanee Ribber,
  Far, far away,
  Dere ’s wha my heart is turning ebber, …

  Stephen Collins Foster

• Massa's in de Cold Ground

  Round de meadows am a-ringing
  De darkeys’ mournful song,
  While de mocking-bird am singing, …

  Stephen Collins Foster

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