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They are slaves who fear to speak / For the fallen and the weak; …
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O Thou of home the guardian Lar, / And, when our earth hath wandered far …
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Yes, faith is a goodly anchor; / When skies are sweet as a psalm, …
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From “a Fable for Critics” / THERE are truths you Americans need to be told, …
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The little gate was reached at last, / Half hid in lilacs down the lane; …
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To his COUNTRYMEN / THERE are one or two things I should just like to hint, …
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Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece, / As full of gracious youth and beauty still …
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What mr. ROBINSON THINKS / GUVENER B. is a sensible man; …
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for a cap and bells our lives we pay, / Bubbles we buy with a whole soul’s tasking; …
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i saw the twinkle of white feet, / I saw the flash of robes descending; …
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These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, / Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; …
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These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, / Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; …
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Men say the sullen instrument, / That, from the Master’s bow, …
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In vain we call old notions fudge, / And bend our conscience to our dealing; …
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It don’t seem hardly right, John, / When both my hands was full, …
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From “a Fable for Critics” / THERE is Lowell, who ’s striving Parnassus to climb …
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I / weak-winged is song, …
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Still thirteen years: ’t is autumn now / On field and hill, in heart and brain; …
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God sends his teachers unto every age, / To every clime, and every race of men, …
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As a twig trembles, which a bird / Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent, …
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My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die; / Albeit I ask no fairer life than this, …
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Our love is not a fading, earthly flower: / Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise, …
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I Thought our love at full, but I did err; / Joy’s wreath drooped o’er mine eyes; I could not see …
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UNTREMULOUS in the river clear, / Toward the sky’s image, hangs the imaged bridge; …
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God makes sech nights, all white an’ still / Fur ’z you can look or listen; …
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The snow had begun in the gloaming, / And busily all the night …
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From “a Fable for Critics” / LET us glance for a moment, ’t is well worth the pains, …
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The Rich man’s son inherits lands, / And piles of brick, and stone, and gold, …
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When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth’s aching breast / Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, …
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Prelude to Part FirstOVER his keys the musing organist, / Beginning doubtfully and far away, …
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On His Birthday, 27th February, 1867 / I NEED not praise the sweetness of his song, …
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DEAR common flower, that grow’st beside the way, / Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold! …
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[From “Under the Elm,” read at Cambridge, July 3, 1875, on the Hundredth Anniversary of Washington’s taking Command of the American Army.] / BENEATH our consecrated elm …
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From “The Biglow Papers,” No. III. / GUVENER B. 1 is a sensible man; …
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“Some time afterward, it was reported to me by the city officers that they had ferreted out the paper and its editor; that his office was an obscure hole, his only visible auxiliary a negro boy, an…
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A Stranger came one night to Yussouf’s tent, / Saying, “Behold one outcast and in dread, …