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John Greenleaf Whittier
1807 - 1892
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Abolition Of Slavery In The District Of Columbia, 1862
When first I saw our banner wave / Above the nation's council-hall, / I heard beneath its marble wall
Abraham Davenport
In the old days (a custom laid aside / With breeches and cocked hats) the people sent / Their wisest men to make the public laws.
Abram Morrison
’Midst the men and things which will / Haunt an old man’s memory still, / Drollest, quaintest of them all,
Adjustment
The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed / That nearer heaven the living ones may climb; / The false must fail, though from our shores of time
Aechdeacon Barbour
Through the long hall the shuttered windows shed / A dubious light on every upturned head; / On locks like those of Absalom the fair,
After Election
The day's sharp strife is ended now, / Our work is done, God knoweth how! / As on the thronged, unrestful town
All’s Well
The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake / Our thirsty souls with rain; / The blow most dreaded falls to break
Among The Hills
PRELUDE / Along the roadside, like the flowers of gold / That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
Amy Wentworth - To William Bradford
As they who watch by sick-beds find relief / Unwittingly from the great stress of grief / And anxious care, in fantasies outwrought
An Artist Of The Beautiful
George Fuller / Haunted of Beauty, like the marvellous youth / Who sang Saint Agnes' Eve! How passing fair
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