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Oh, call my brother back to me!

I cannot play alone :
The summer comes with flower and bee,
Where is my brother gone?

The Child's First Grief.
I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,
And the larch has hung his tassels forth.

The Voice of Spring.
I had a hat. It was not all a hat,
Part of the brim was gone:
Yet still I wore it on.

Rhine Song of the German Soldiers after Victory.

EDWARD EVERETT. 1794-1865.

When I am dead, no pageant train

Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain

Stain it with hypocritic tear. Alaric the Visigoth.
You shall not pile, with servile toil,

Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil

Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod

On him that was “the scourge of God.” Ibid. No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. There he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace. While it stands, the latest generations of the grateful children of America will make this pilgrimage

to it as to a shrine; and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of Washington shall shed an eternal glory on the spot.

Oration on the Character of Washington.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 1794-1878.

Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
A limit to the giant's unchained strength,
Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?

The Ages. xxxiii.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.

Thanatopsis. Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

Ibid. The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.

Ibid. Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.

ibid. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.

Ibid. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves 1 To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. Ibid.

1 The edition of 1821 read,

The innumerable caravan that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take.

The groves were God's first temples. A Forest llymn.

The stormy March has come at last,

With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.

March.
But 'neath yon

crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn Woods The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

The Death of the Flowers. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no

Ibid.

more.

Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured Aower.

A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson.
The victory of endurance born. The Battle-Field.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again, -

The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.

Ibid.

JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. 1795-1820.

When Freedom from her mountain-height

Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,

And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home!

By angel hands to valour given!
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?

The American Flag.

JOHN KEATS. 1795-1821.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.

Endymion. Book i.
He ne'er is crown'd
With immortality, who fears to follow
Where airy voices lead.

Book ii.
To sorrow

I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;

But cheerly, cheerly,

She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.

Book iv. So many, and so many, and such glee.

Ibid. Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is — Love, forgive us !- cinders, ashes, dust.

Lamia. Part ü. There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Ibid.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3.

The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

Stanza 4.

Asleep in lap of legends old.

Stanza 15.

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,
Flushing his brow.

Stanza 16.

A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing.

Stanza 18.

As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.

Stanza 27.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

Stanza 30.

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd “ La belle dame sans mercy.

Stanza 33.

That large utterance of the early gods!

Hyperion. Book i.

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.

Ibid.

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

Book ii.

Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth!
Oh for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene!
With beaded bubbles winking at the burn,
And purple-stained mouth.

Ode to a Nightingale.

Though the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

The same that ofttimes hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Ibid.

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