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NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867.
At present there is no distinction among
the thousand of the city.
Necessity for a Promenade Drive.
And makes his pulses fly,
The month of leaves and roses,
The Month of June.
The Death of Harrison
WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING. 1817-
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me;
A Poet's Hope.
The Poet of the Old and New Times
1 See Haliburton, page 580.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 1819-1891.
Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. Irené.
Sonnet xazir. (Ed. 1844.)
An Incident in a Railroad Car.
A Glance behind the Curtain.
They are slaves who dare not be
to be just;
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to
decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or
evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the
bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon
the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
The Present Crisis. Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.
Ibid. Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her
wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward
stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.
Ibid. Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us
On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Washington. Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold.
To the Dandelion
I cannot sing it to rest ;
And bless it upon iny breast.
And sits in my little one's chair,
Transfigures its golden hair. The Changeling.
She doeth little kindnesses
My Lore, 18
The Vision of Sir Jaunful, Prelude to Part First
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
And over it softly her warm ear lays. Ibid.
Part Second. rii, There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
A Fable for Critics. Nature fits all her children with something to do.
There you hev it plain an' flat;
Than my Testyment fer that.
An' you've gut to git up airly
The Biglow Papers. First Series. No.:.
Hev one glory an' one shame;
This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur. ?
The Biglow Papers. First Series. No. ii. Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;
He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; But consistency still wuz a part of his plan, He's ben true to one party, an' thet is himself.
Ibid. We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an pillage.
No. ii. But John P.
I don't believe in princerple,
An' peeked in thru the winder,
Second Series. The Courtin'.
Seemed warm from floor to ceilin'. Ibid.
1 See Moore, page 519.