I saw the constellated matin choir
Then when they sang together in the dawn,—
The morning stars of this first rounded day
Hesperian, hundred-houred, that ending leaves
Youth’s fillet still upon the New World’s brow;
Then when they sang together,—sang for...
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At eutaw Springs the valiant died: If in this wreck of ruin they |
Here—for they could not help but die— Dear Rose! of all the... |
The turtle on yon withered bough, |
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, By Nature’s self in... |
In spite of all the learned have said, Not so the ancients of these lands;— |
Death in this tomb his weary bones hath laid, “Six thousand years has sovereign sway been mine, |
The man that joins in life’s career But still, on this uncertain stage |
Where now these mingled ruins lie No more this dome, by tempests torn, |
On scent of game from town to town he flew, With soothing words the widow’s mite he gained, |