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Beautiful evening! my bewildered brain And aching bosom, with fond orisons, bless The coming of thy shadows - faint with pain, And yearning for the hours of quietness That follow in the twilight. The fair morn Unfurls o'er eastern hills her…

I am a child of Southern lands: Dark blood flows through my veins; My heart is white as any man's, And love as deep there reigns. And as my life is good or bad, So my reward shall be; And though I am a colored lad I'll rank the same as he Who…

Hail to the land, where the white man breathes free as the air,But the soul-fetter'd black man pours the wail of despair!Where the alter with the flame of Liberty glows,But the Temple's surrounded with Slavery's woes: -Where the light of the…

Methinks I fain would lie by the lone sea,
And hear the waters their music weave!
Methinks it were a pleasant thing to grieve,
So that our sorrows might companioned be
By that strange harmony
Of winds and billows, and the living sound
Sent down…

Be still, thou heart of mine! Why dost thou throb against thy will! Why watch the every move of him Who loves thee not, whom thou lov'st still? Why dost thou start in fear? Why let it cause one mite of pain? Why keep the faded flower, his…

O empty sound, so fraught with woe, What dost thou come to pest me so - Why trouble me at all? Whene'er I would my troubles hide, Whatever else hath left my side, Thou needst not a call. Thou hoverest near against my will, Through sunshine and…

"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…

The Son of God is gone to war.
A kingly crown to gain.
His blood-red banner streams afar!
Who follows in his train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain?
Who boldest leaves his cross below?
He follows in his train.

The…

Beneath our feet, and o'er our head, Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven! Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay; And ere another day is done, Ourselves may be as they. Death…

"Our task is done! on Gunga's breastThe sun is sinking down to rest;And, moored beneath the tamarind bough,Our bark has found its harbor now.With furled sail, and painted side,Behold the tiny frigate ride.Upon her deck, `mid charcoal gleams,The…