In War Time, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 152 pages |
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... breath , As from our shoulders falls a load of death Loathsome as that the Tuscan's victim bore When keen with life to a dead horror bound ? Why take we up the accursed thing again ? Pity , forgive , but urge them back no more Who ...
... breath , As from our shoulders falls a load of death Loathsome as that the Tuscan's victim bore When keen with life to a dead horror bound ? Why take we up the accursed thing again ? Pity , forgive , but urge them back no more Who ...
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... breath of sighing ; Before the joy of peace must come The pains of purifying . God give us grace Each in his place To bear his lot , And , murmuring not , Endure and wait and labor ! TO JOHN C. FREMONT . ` HY error , Fremont 18 IN WAR ...
... breath of sighing ; Before the joy of peace must come The pains of purifying . God give us grace Each in his place To bear his lot , And , murmuring not , Endure and wait and labor ! TO JOHN C. FREMONT . ` HY error , Fremont 18 IN WAR ...
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... the slave ! In the foul market - place I stood , And saw the Christian mother sold , And childhood with its locks of gold , Blue - eyed and fair with Saxon blood . I shut my eyes , I held my breath , ASTRÆEA AT THE CAPITOL.
... the slave ! In the foul market - place I stood , And saw the Christian mother sold , And childhood with its locks of gold , Blue - eyed and fair with Saxon blood . I shut my eyes , I held my breath , ASTRÆEA AT THE CAPITOL.
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John Greenleaf Whittier. I shut my eyes , I held my breath , And , smothering down the wrath and shame That set my Northern blood aflame , Stood silent where to speak was death . Beside me gloomed the prison - cell Where wasted one in ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. I shut my eyes , I held my breath , And , smothering down the wrath and shame That set my Northern blood aflame , Stood silent where to speak was death . Beside me gloomed the prison - cell Where wasted one in ...
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... breath of hell . And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest - happy farms , And still she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms . What mean the gladness of the plain , This joy THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862.
... breath of hell . And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest - happy farms , And still she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms . What mean the gladness of the plain , This joy THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862.
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