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[A Long Island incident—early part of the present century.] Amid these days of order, ease, prosperity, Amid the current songs of beauty, peace, decorum, I cast a reminiscence—(likely ’twill offend you, I heard it in my boyhood;)—More than a generation…
In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore, An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done, After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul’d up at last and hawser’d tight,…
As down the stage again, With Spanish hat and plumes, and gait inimitable, Back from the fading lessons of the past, I’d call, I’d tell and own, How much from thee! the revelation of the singing voice from thee! (So…
[BY TELEGRAPH TO THE NEW YORK HERALD.] To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia, Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrow— less for the Emperor, Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o’er many a salt sea…
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel, Four beating wings,…
THE commonplace I sing; How cheap is health! how cheap nobility! Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust; The open air I sing, freedom, toleration, (Take here the mainest lesson—less from books—less from the schools,) The common day and night—the common earth…
BY the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought, Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d, it lies on the damp brick pavement,…
[Volunteer of 1861-2, at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.] Give me your hand old Revolutionary, The hill-top is nigh, but a few steps, (make room gentlemen,) Up the path you have follow’d me well, spite of your hundred and…
That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations, Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies, Amid the bawling presentations new and old, The round earth’s silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.
Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who livedthrough the fight;But the bravest press’d to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown.