Monument
Moors des Räubers.
Vollendet!
Heil dir! Vollendet!
Majestätischer Sünder!
Deine furchtbare Rolle vollbracht.
5 Hoher Gefallener!
Deines Geschlechts Beginner und Ender!
Seltner Sohn ihrer schröklichsten Laune,
Erhabner Verstoß der Mutter Natur!
Durch wolkigte Nacht ein prächtiger Bliz!
10 Hui! hinter ihm...
Silence and Solitude may hint
(Whose home is in yon piny wood)
What I, though tableted, could never tell—
The din which here befell,
And striving of the multitude.
The iron cones and spheres of death
Set round me in their rust,—
These, too, if just,
Shall speak with more than animated breath.
Thou who beholdest...
The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green
Above the spent heart, the Olympian head,
The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen,
Unseeing, the locked lips whose song hath fled;
Yet mystic-lived, like some rich, tropic flower,
His fame puts forth fresh blossoms hour by hour;
Wide spread the laden branches dropping dew
On the low,...
April 19, 1836
BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward...
Italia, mother of the souls of men,
Mother divine,
Of all that served thee best with sword or pen,
All sons of thine,
Thou knowest that here the likeness of the best
Before thee stands:
The head most high, the heart found faithfulest,
The purest hands.
Above the fume and foam of...
WHAT tho' alive neglected and undone,
O let thy spirit triumph in this stone!
No greater honour could men pay thy parts,
For when they give a stone, they give their hearts.
