I bring no chain of rarest worth -
No coral from the deep sea-cave -
No gem long hid within the earth,
To shine where now those tresses wave;
A gift more precious, far, is mine,
Than sparkling gem from earth or sea;
This treasury of thought -…
Earth speaks in many voices: from the roar
Of the wild cataract, whose causeless din
Shakes the far forest and resounding shore,
To the meek rivulet which seems to win
Its modest way amid spring's pleasant bowers,
Singing its quiet song to charm…
Is it his daily toil that wrings
From the slave's bosom, that deep sigh?
Is it niggard fare that brings
That tear into his down-cast eye?
O, no - by toil and humble fare
Earth's sons their strength - their glory gain.
It is because the slave…
Vermont, in presenting these noble resolutions with an American Congress in the face of so much plagued malice and cruelty, appeared like an angel of mercy walking upon the high places of the earth. Who might not on that day have covered the honor of…
This star sinks below the horizon in certain latitudes. I watched it sink lower and lower every night, till at last it disappeared. A star has left the kindling sky, -
A lovely northern light:
How many planets are on high!
But that has left the…
Beauteous on our heath-clad mountains,
May our Herald's feet appear;
Sweet by silver lakes and fountains,
May his voice be to our ear.
Let the tenants of our rocks,
Shepherds watching o'er their flocks,
Village swain and peasant boy,
Thee…
Of sorrow and distress;No friend, they say, for them is nigh,They must remain opprest.And will the Christian turn an earOf deafness to their moan!And have they then no kind Friend near,To listen to their groan?Must error's all-enchanting chainFor…
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
'Shall I have naught that is fair,' saith he:
'Have naught but the bearded grain?
Tho' the breath of…
How beautiful is age
When tending to repose,
Like a full ripened shock of corn:
It to heaven's garner goes.
Brother and friend of peace,
We seek thy shade in vain:
Yet clings thy memory to the lip,
Of penury and pain.
Thy name is on the…
