1. greene
“Greene grow the rashes O”

Green grow the rashes O,
  Green grow the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
  Are spent amang the lasses O!

There ’s naught but care on ev’ry han’,
  In every hour that passes O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
  An ’t were...

Poet: Robert Burns
Fitz-Greene Halleck

[Read at the Unveiling of His Statue in Central Park, May, 1877]

AMONG their graven shapes to whom
  Thy civic wreaths belong,
O city of his love! make room
  For one whose gift was song.

Not his the soldier’s sword to wield,
  Nor his the helm...

Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
To Fitz-Greene Halleck

          I see the sons of genius rise

             The nobles of our land,

          And foremost in the gathering ranks

             I see the poet-band.

          That priesthood of the Beautiful

             To...

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