Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying clouds, the frostly light;
The Year is dying in the night,
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new;
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The Year is going, let it…
See, Freedom's eagle droops her plume,
And bends her noble crest,
In grief for him who martyred fell,
In Liberty's contest.
Not Broderick only, but the cause
Was riven by the blow,
And treachery, with blackened art,
Has slain her bravest…
Down, down, Ellen, my little one,
Climbing so tenderly up to my knee;
Why should you add to the thoughts that are taunting me,
Dreams of your mother's arms clinging to me?
Cease, cease, Ellen my little one,
Warbling so fairily close to my…
Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
I shall be soon;
Love, rest, and home,
Sweet home!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the blooming and the fading,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the…
"He has no enemies," you say,
I pity his condition;
His candor he has thrown away,
His manhood and position.
"He has no enemies!" well, then,
The reason is he never
Has heart to act, but only when
He sees which way the weather.
"He has no…
Autumn! I love thy tinted looks, Thy faded leaves, and chilling brooks,
And variegated flowers;
Thy cooling winds and wither'd grass, Precurser of the stormy glast,
And fluctuating showers.
Thy cloudy days and chilling nights, And ripen'd fruits,…
Peace to thee, father, thou hast gone
To that blest shore—
Thy last great battle's fought and won,
Thy conflict's o'er.
As dew drops from the flowers above
On earth distill'd,
Thy melting words, like floods of love,
Our hearts have…
"Stand like an anvil!" when the strokes
Of stalwart strength fall fierce and fast;
Storms but more deeply root the oaks,
Whose brawny arms embrace the blast.
"Stand like an anvil!" when the sparks
Fly far and wide, a fiery shower;
Virtue and…
A traveler through a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time,
To breathe its early vows,
And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,
To bask beneath its…
Indeed! this permission is worthy of praise:You'll allow our dark brother to ride—if he pays,Though, of course, we must seat him aloof and afar—Swart night from blonde day has a separate car!—On this "social distinction" no jeers I would call,The…
