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Days of My Youth - George Tucker Days of my youth, Ye have glided away; Hairs of my youth, Ye are frosted and gray; Eyes of my youth, Your keen sight is no more; Cheeks of my youth, Ye are furrowed all o’er; Strength of my youth, All... Poet: St	A Decanter of Madeira, Aged 86, to George Bancroft, Aged 86, Greeting Good master, you and I were born In “Teacup days” of hoop and hood, And when the silver cue hung down, And toasts were drunk, and wine was good; When kin of mine (a jolly brood) From sideboards looked, and knew full well What courage they had... Poet: Silas Weir Mitchell	George Washington This was the man God gave us when the hour Proclaimed the dawn of Liberty begun; Who dared a deed, and died when it was done Patient in triumph, temperate in power,— Not striving like the Corsican to tower To heaven, nor like great Philip’s greater son... Poet: John Hall Ingham	George Sand True genius, but true woman! dost deny Thy woman’s nature with a manly scorn, And break away the gauds and armlets worn By weaker women in captivity? Ah, vain denial! that revolted cry Is sobbed in by a woman’s voice forlorn; Thy woman’s hair, my... Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
On the Death of Thomas Carlyle and George Eliot Two souls diverse out of our human sight Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder: The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder, Clothed with loud words and mantled in the might Of darkness and magnificence of night; And one whose eye could smite... Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne	On the Loss of the Royal George Written When the News Arrived; 1782 TOLL for the brave,— The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore. Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel,... Poet: William Cowper	George Washington By broad Potomac’s silent shore Better than Trajan lowly lies, Gilding her green declivities With glory now and evermore; Art to his fame no aid hath lent; His country is his monument. Poet: Anonymous	Of True Greatness. An Epistle to George Dodington, Esq. 'TIS strange, while all to greatness homage pay, So few should know the goddess they obey. That men should think a thousand things the same, And give contending images one name. Not Greece, in all her temples' wide... Poet:
To George Peabody No Eastern tale, no annals of the past, Of Greece or Rome, deeds such as thine relate, Deeds kings and emperors might emulate, That o'er thy native land new luster cast; The... Poet: