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On the Late S - T. Coleridge by Washington Allston And thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend! No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend With air of Earth its pure ideal tones, Binding in one, as with harmonious zones, The heart and intellect. And I no more Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed... Poet:	Washington's Statue The quarry whence thy form majestic sprung Has peopled earth with grace, Heroes and gods that elder bards have sung, A bright and peerless race; But from its sleeping veins ne’er rose before A shape of loftier name Than his, who Glory’s... Poet: Henry Theodore Tuckerman	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 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
Washington [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 A century ago he stood, Famed vaguely for that old fight in the wood, Which redly foamèd round... Poet: James Russell Lowell	Andre's Request to Washington It is not the fear of death That damps my brow; It is not for another breath I ask thee now; I can die with lip unstirr'd And a quiet heart— Let but this prayer be heard Ere I depart.... Poet:	Ode for General Washington's Birthday Poet:	Rosalie (Washington Allston) O, pour upon my soul again That sad, unearthly strain, That seems from other worlds to plain; Thus falling, falling from afar, As if some melancholy star Had mingled with her light her sighs, And... Poet:
Washington. On Huntington's picture of Washington crossing the Alleghany in early life More proudly on thy winding course, Dark Alleghany! flow; The noblest burden thou couldst bear Is on thy waters now. But calm be every turbid wave, ... Poet: