Halleck continued.] None knew thee but to love thee,1 On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake. Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, The Meccas of the mind. Burns. They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. Connecticut. ALEXANDER SMITH. 1830 - 1867. Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire. A Life Drama. Sc. ii. In winter when the dismal rain Came down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote Ibid. A poem round and perfect as a star. Ibid. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Tell me not, in mournful numbers, A Psalm of Life. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,' And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Ibid. Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Ibid. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor, and to wait. Ibid. Ibid. 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. The Reaper and the Flowers. 1 Ars longa, vita brevis. - Hippocrates, Aphorism i. The star of the unconquered will. The Light of Stars. O, fear not in a world like this, To suffer and be strong. Ibid. Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Endymion. For Time will teach thee soon the truth, This is the place. Stand still, my steed, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been. A Gleam of Sunshine. Standing, with reluctant feet, O thou child of many prayers! Maidenhood. Life hath quicksands, life hath snares! The day is done, and the darkness As a feather is wafted downward Ibid. The Day is Done. A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. And the night shall be filled with music, And as silently steal away. This is the forest primeval. Ibid. Ibid. Evangeline. Part 1. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Ibid. Part I, i. Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Ibid. Part I, iii. the corner-stone of a The Courtship of Miles Standish. 1 Plymouth Rock. Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! With all the hopes of future years, The Building of the Ship. Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Are all with thee, are all with thee! Ibid. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair. Resignation. The air is full of farewells to the dying, Ibid. There is no Death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Ibid. |